I found her crying under the weeping willow
Slashes on her arms, blood dripping onto the dirt
I asked her what was wrong
and she told me "old"
that is all she would say
Nothing more nothing less
Just old
I didn't understand, because she was only 16
She wasn't old
She wasn't old
I asked her again because I didn't understand
And again she repeated "old"
After she past, I found that the slashes on her arm, were actually a word
The word said friends...
I felt a horrible pain in my arm
as I looked down I felt the Crimson red blood flowing
There was a word
The word said "old"
Author notes
I don't know where this came from actually
Written January 20th, 2005
A contest entry
- Your Best Poems by Hitzuzen.
300 points, ended January 29, 2005, 38 entries
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shiver me timbers
I dont really understand it but its good in a creepy, spine-tingling kind of way.
<3, rayy -
WOW! this is really good. Great job! i loved it! Very mysterious and interesting, kept me wanting to read. Keep up the great work. Could you check out some of my poetry?, thanks
ttyl
Karen
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