She waits in the darkness
with her long black hair
for someone she's missing
someone who's not there
as she waits, she dances
and while she dances, she dreams
dreams of him
ignoring all her screams
She knows he's a nightmare
but she doesnt care
she just wants him back
Seemingly a dare
A contest entry
- "Come to The Darkside.... We Have Cookies!" :D by Werewolf Avarus.
700 points, ended December 2, 2008, 12 entries
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Comments
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Well used title, and a well written poem. Thankyou for the entry.
'Wolf
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i like it, very well written
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fabulous, i loved, so conected, so true, critcism a? make it longer, tell about the way us emos think, or just us outcast, speard our word...lol have fun, great
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