Bessie
Bessie was ever so nice
Even Lucy-Lue would agree
All that would be like ice
For now sun would show
Brett was ever so cute
Bessie always wanted him
She thought of the loot
He was a treasure, and she was the hunter
Bessie decided to tell Brett
And Brett looked oh so puzzled
With a small smile he said no
And his words were remembered
So Bessie went home with a rope
Her neck snapped, she hung with no hope
A contest entry
- Cry Me A River. by Midnight-x-Rose.
300 points, ended May 6, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Can I get an honest Critique? xD
Comments
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You capture troubled emotions from different ends of life and the tragedies that sometimes follows, emotional... keep it up.
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Tragic story and it happens far too often, being turned down in a way that makes someone feel like all their hope is lost and the only option is to end the world as they know it.
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