
12-17-2008, 02:13 AM
This is something I wrote a little while ago and I just wanted to share. Feedback is appreciated.
A simple place
A simple time
I killed a girl
I left behind
Replaced her with
A brash imposter
I gave her wings
Let her fly
Never dreaming
She’d burn the sky
In scorching heat
She turned to ash
Fell to land on
Soft green grass
From the ash
A sweet girl came
Not brash or timid
But both the same
She lived her life
In sweet content
No wicked passion
For passionate death
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