would she lay on her back to die
or fall forward
kissing the earth one last time
before breathe released and
death slips into her
sweet half crooked smile.
hiden in reaper black hood
waiting for an opportune moment
i wonder what it would be like to know
the fates of my friends
and enemy.
would she scream
or just fall
trembling on the ground
hoping only to catch his eye
life isnt about living it's about
living so people can watch and
say
How nice
she's so nice
so hardworking and driven
and so nice.
have your parents ever compared you to her?
asked why you weren't as beautiful
or amicable or persistant?
why you arent respected.
why you arent her.
perfectly tonel
colors so vibrant on a canvas
would she lay on her back when she dies?
or
face to the ground
kissing the mud?
5:35 pm - 25.11.03
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