As she walked
I am a very depressed child. Everything I think about is sad or totally
mingin'. But because of this I can think of some great poetry. Every thing
I write is from my own head or hart because of how I'm feeling or something
that's happened in my past. (Thank u Robert (my dad) for a hard life it
paid of in the end).
As she walked.
The trees creaked,
The leaves moved,
The dead animals reeked.
As she walked.
There was no sound,
And all she could see were the trees
And the leaves crumpled on the ground.
As she walked
She so strange figures in the dark
The branches moved, she started to get scared.
Know she wished she had stayed at the park
As she walked
She slowly broke in to a run,
Her hart sank
And her bag suddenly weighed a ton
As she walked
She suddenly stopped in her tracks
She turned on her heels and fell to the ground
Like a shattering glass shelf torn from its shanks
As she lay there
She sore the figure of a man dressed in black before her
Tall and broad
She could smell a faint aroma or frankincense and mere
As she lay there
The figure bent down and picked her up
Her life flashed before her eyes
He looked at her as if . as if she was only a small pup
As he held her
She looked into his calm black eyes
He steered back
She could tell he know no lies
As she stood there
He took her hand gently
Like family
Why was he being so kind?
As they walked
She staid by his side
Hand in hand, but. who was he?
Maybe she was wrong, maybe he could and had lied,
As they walked
He stopped outside her house
They said goodbye for the last time
And he slid away unnoticed like a mouse
As she stood there
She cried, and whimpered
The first real sound came then as her mother called
She awoke, and will never see him again, not even in her dreams.
One of my more upsetting peaces
Written by voge
I am a very depressed child. Everything I think about is sad or totally
mingin'. But because of this I can think of some great poetry. Every thing
I write is from my own head or hart because of how I'm feeling or something
that's happened in my past. (Thank u Robert (my dad) for a hard life it
paid of in the end).
As she walked.
The trees creaked,
The leaves moved,
The dead animals reeked.
As she walked.
There was no sound,
And all she could see were the trees
And the leaves crumpled on the ground.
As she walked
She so strange figures in the dark
The branches moved, she started to get scared.
Know she wished she had stayed at the park
As she walked
She slowly broke in to a run,
Her hart sank
And her bag suddenly weighed a ton
As she walked
She suddenly stopped in her tracks
She turned on her heels and fell to the ground
Like a shattering glass shelf torn from its shanks
As she lay there
She sore the figure of a man dressed in black before her
Tall and broad
She could smell a faint aroma or frankincense and mere
As she lay there
The figure bent down and picked her up
Her life flashed before her eyes
He looked at her as if . as if she was only a small pup
As he held her
She looked into his calm black eyes
He steered back
She could tell he know no lies
As she stood there
He took her hand gently
Like family
Why was he being so kind?
As they walked
She staid by his side
Hand in hand, but. who was he?
Maybe she was wrong, maybe he could and had lied,
As they walked
He stopped outside her house
They said goodbye for the last time
And he slid away unnoticed like a mouse
As she stood there
She cried, and whimpered
The first real sound came then as her mother called
She awoke, and will never see him again, not even in her dreams.
One of my more upsetting peaces
Written by voge