She was pretty
She was thin
She was perfect
Outside and in
She was funny
She was smart
She had a very,
Loving heart
She wasn’t rich
She wasn’t poor
She was welcome
In every door
But then one day,
She took cocaine
It made her body
Really pay
No more game
No more fame
It all had streamed,
Down the drain
She was in the rain
Trapped in pain
It was all
Her to blame
She was confide
Always denied
All the time
She had cried
Hated life
Took the knife
There she put it,
In her side
Made it wide
There she lied
Surely she had died
That girl committed suicide…
NOW HERE’S “Her life”
She’s not pretty
She’s not thin
She’s not perfect
Outside nor in
She’s not funny
She’s not smart
She doesn’t have
A loving heart
She’s not rich
She’s not poor
She not welcome
In any door
Why?
Because there’s NO MORE…
She ruined her life
And put it all in pain
And all she did
Was try cocaine.
A contest entry
- Her beauty... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
300 points, ended June 23, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Oh...this is very touching my friend..you created the atmosphere which made me to think and to ponder over the issued you raised....thank you so much for entering my contest.....
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speachless!!!
doll you took this away really
i mean wow this is so being booked marked!
and i am so cheeking out more of you!
i wish you the best in the contest amazing poem again!
xoxox
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