I watched as the girl was thrown to the floor
I could do nothing, so I just watched her pain
As she looked at me with empty eyes
I looked at her attacker's cold silver chain
I knew I must help fight off the men
But I was afraid I would end up hurt, too
I decided to help her, so I rolled up my sleeves
But she said to me, "get away from me, you"
Her eyes were raining tears of pain
Her heart seemed to be made of stone
She didn't want help but she needed it
So I punched her assailent and he let out a moan
Her hands were motioning for me to leave
And I could see her bones quivering below
She wasn't saying a word, but I could see
She wanted to deal them the final blow
I got the men off of her tiny frame
And I yelled at her to run for her life
She stood up and just stared at me
And then she pulled out a very sharp knife
We fought bravely together until the very end
I finally dealt the final punch in the lip
We walked away silently, our faces stained with blood
And she said "this is the beginning of a beatiful friendship"
Author notes
Option #3. Also, inspired by "Truth Doesn't Make A Noise" by the Whtie Stripes.
Choose me to be your AP niece! I like cooking and rock music too! And I <3 the rain. It makes me fall asleep easier.
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Comments
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This was a good piece, very sad but also with hopeful elements in it. 'beatiful' has another 'u' in it though (no not just another crazy British 'u'
) it should be 'beautiful'.
Thanks for your comment.
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this is very very good. i love thos poem and how it shows how stong friendship can be. very good. love it
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what a wonderful poem and a strange story. It some ways it is tragic and in other beautiful. Great descriptons and wonderful rhyme. You defenitly deserve a win with this poem
*peace*
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