A Rose to end conversation


There once was a girl who spoke very loudly
She was very boisterous and cursed quite proudly
Till one day two months from may
She was silenced in sure dismay
And from that day on
Her mouth nay song
Not a peep, or whisper, or even a yawn
And while she sat
In a big fat hat
Something strange flowed in her lap
From her breast
And down her dress
Was red water and a knife in her chest
There once was a girl who spoke very loudly…and yes, it was said
For now she spoke one language silent
Quietly violent
she lay in bed
Lost to us
And lost to world
Another soul lost
Another soul gone
No more misses talking girl

-Rich

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About Oil Underneath

I drink glasses of cold water.
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