im back.
what are you, little miss lonely
standing in a corner with your face against the wall
and bleeding, bleeding
coloring the childish dreams maroon
whispering horror stories to the moon
who are you
do you have an identity?
And afterwards
outside a shop full of mannequins
you shot yourself, poor little thing
and your dress, once beautifully black
now turned into deathly red
you smell like death
leave a rose upon your corpse
you did not even dare to mourn.
And your shadow
little miss happy lonely
lies under my bed
and I am not an advertiser
sometimes you even clap your tiny hands
sometimes you sing old songs and cry
but hey,hey
the world says no and you do not know the reason why.
Tell me a story about loss--
Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2009-03-29 at 22:48
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Tell me a story about loss
Happywhat are you, little miss lonely
standing in a corner with your face against the wall
and bleeding, bleeding
coloring the childish dreams maroon
whispering horror stories to the moon
who are you
do you have an identity?
And afterwards
outside a shop full of mannequins
you shot yourself, poor little thing
and your dress, once beautifully black
now turned into deathly red
you smell like death
leave a rose upon your corpse
you did not even dare to mourn.
And your shadow
little miss happy lonely
lies under my bed
and I am not an advertiser
sometimes you even clap your tiny hands
sometimes you sing old songs and cry
but hey,hey
the world says no and you do not know the reason why.
Tell me a story about loss--
Poetry by Eva
Read 1086 times
Written on 2009-03-29 at 22:48
Tags Loss Sad Suicide
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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