And it sits here in this empty room
An echo, of sorts, the kind that goes through you
Hold me closer
Clock stops moving
I feel safer in here
She's just the girl whos passed out in the bathtub,
The one, who at high school, everyone adored.
Miss popular, the peacemaker, the friend when you needed her.
But guns and drugs and dirty deals turned her into this loss-for-words.
It's destination is a tower
where it can stop,and be okay
just for a moment, or a day.
Author notes
oh boyy ^_^this is fun todo.
A contest entry
- Pretty Awesome Neat Poem Contest. :D by Crimson-Moon-Rising.
300 points, ended September 6, 2008, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I'm glad you had fun. It wouldn't be nice to not have fun in ruining perfectly good poems.
Unless they were someone elses. 
Hey I got a good idea for another contest yay!!!! Ahem...
Wonderful job and best of wishes.
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