The Murder

May 1, 2009
In Mid-July on a hot, humid day,
A girl’s heart was gruesomely killed.
The murderer let us just say,
With his words, he was skilled.

In the beginning, it was fun,
He captured her attention in every sense.
Now, in her world there is no sun.
She has built around her heart a stone fence.

Day in, day out, she walks by him pretending,
Not to know who he is or what he means
She hurts so much, unwillingly the stone fence is breaking and bending,
Only wanting for him to say everything is not what it seems.

The victim?

Her Shattered Heart

The Murder Weapon?

His Hateful Words

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ellyn-bo-bellyn_2014 said...
Oct. 6, 2010 at 3:59 pm
I know I have felt like this before and it really sucks. I don't like felling like that. Although, this poem-- just beautiful. You've captured the sharp venomous things we call words and shone a light on them, calling them out for what they truly are. Nice job genesis. <3
genesis27000 replied...
Oct. 7, 2010 at 10:59 pm
Thank you Ellyn:)
GangstaEyes This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 29, 2010 at 1:14 pm
This is soooo good! You captured just how much words can hurt. Nice job.
Blue-Streek said...
May 26, 2009 at 1:38 am
aww, he broke uo with her, thats sad but nice job
genesis27000 replied...
Oct. 11, 2009 at 2:09 pm
Thanks for the comment.
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