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Bluelighter
She was on the journey to Heaven,
But the train stopped somewhere
Between childhood and adolescence
Where she was lost between
Memories of her past
And troubles about her future.
She was last seen wearing
A checkered quilt,
Over blue innocence.
On one hand, she was carrying a Bible
On the other, was a Needle.
Her eyes expressed indecision.
She has the birth mark of love
On the right side of her breast,
With a black spot of revenge
Tattooed right over it.
She has scars running down both sides
of her cheeks
Caused by tears that came down too often.
She wears a thick makeup of
Laughter to cover.
Anyone who has seen her
And specially knows her
Or the thought that drugged her mind away,
Please report immediately
To her Maker
By means of
Prayer.
PS- Forgive the corniness of the poem , but I wrote that when I was 13.
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"Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free" - Leonard Cohen
[This message has been edited by writnpage (edited 14 April 2000).]
But the train stopped somewhere
Between childhood and adolescence
Where she was lost between
Memories of her past
And troubles about her future.
She was last seen wearing
A checkered quilt,
Over blue innocence.
On one hand, she was carrying a Bible
On the other, was a Needle.
Her eyes expressed indecision.
She has the birth mark of love
On the right side of her breast,
With a black spot of revenge
Tattooed right over it.
She has scars running down both sides
of her cheeks
Caused by tears that came down too often.
She wears a thick makeup of
Laughter to cover.
Anyone who has seen her
And specially knows her
Or the thought that drugged her mind away,
Please report immediately
To her Maker
By means of
Prayer.
PS- Forgive the corniness of the poem , but I wrote that when I was 13.
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"Like a bird on a wire, Like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free" - Leonard Cohen
[This message has been edited by writnpage (edited 14 April 2000).]
