She's a Beauty Queen,
but she's not yours.
Just a pretty fallen angel face
streaming Sunday's fallen tears.
And you weren't invited,
but you danced with her with flowers.
And you weren't allowed but you came
in anyway-
no one checked your pass.
She didn't see.
she didn't know.
Black eyes, green eyes.
You weren't invited, you came
anyhow without her
permission.
But she let you stay.
And now she regrets it...
Heart-breaker
memory-maker-
you stole her skin
and now she has none to protect her.
Diamond thief so delicate,
elegant-
you stole her away.
And left her out to dry in the
Sunday morning rain.
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Written January 28th, 2006
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crystaldust 30-01-06 11:55
Another jewel in your collection, Bekah. "Heat-breaker,/memory maker-/ you stole her skin/ and now she has none to protect her" these lines are angry pain personified. Thsi is great poetry, granddaughter mine, all the way through. Bravo! love you. Gram.

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