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Letter from a Dead Teenage Girl

Dear Mister,
I know I’ve never told you this
But you have pretty eyes
Eyes that are blackened ash.
It’s desperate, I know
When you’ll get this letter.
But I’ll tell you something.
It won’t be long after
You kiss those full ruby lips
On that masquerade face.
You’ll just wonder when your
Snow-white hair disappears
Into a wild mess.
What happened?
It wasn’t my fault.
But I’ve never told you this either.
You have a deadened look
In your eyes and hair
That melts with your handsome aura.
When you touch those ruby lips
Stop by the railroad tracks.
You know, the one next to the
Empty parking lot.
Mister, I’ll tell you now
That I’m not all right
Because I’m jealous of you and
Those ruby red lips.




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Book_addict said...
Aug. 30, 2011 at 7:53 pm:
Very sad poem, but still...  It's great!
 
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