Belladine

Belladine
The girl with raven hair
She danced all the time
With her wine

 

She wanted a man
She could not have
Poor Belladine
He was only a dream

 

Belladine
She wore red in the sun
But she didn't have fun

 

With her lipstick smeared
and her eyes well teared
Poor Belladine
Life was full of all she feared

 

Belladine
The girl with raven hair
She danced all the time
With her wine
 

Reviews

[Red_Queen]

Dear god i almost cried at this poem.