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o.o I really like this. It's got a good flow to it and powerful meaning behind it. <3

Aha! I have found another poet. biggrin I like writing poems and stories, though my muses seem to leave me after x-amount of time. :<

You can see quite a few of my works in a thread here: "Tsu's Book of Poems." I have some more in my journal, but I'm not entirely sure that it's available for public viewing anymore. (I got real uptight there for awhile...) I've also got a VERY LONG story in my "possibly neverending book of possibly unfinsheds". (I'm proud that that took up ALL the characters in thread titles. biggrin )

*huggles* I hope the rest of your works are like this poem or similar. I'm fond of this one. <3

she gave herself new life
she didnt have a choice
what they did to her
she will never for get

they all did the same
they made her fall in love
they made her fall too fast

but they didnt want to catch her
so they watched her fall

no one wanted to pick up the pieces of that girl
so she picked up herself
alone she put the pieces together
but she forgot a piece
the piece that would make her love again

before she knew it
she lost all feelings
she became a living doll

she never spoke of what happened
or who they were
but i knew the story
for i was there

in the shadows i saw the horrible thing
a girl to drunk to know better
and three guys who knew what they could do
they held the girl down
they raped the poor girl
but i didnt stop it
i didnt want it to happen to me
again

so i stayed quiet and watched her fate
then when they left her to pick up the pieces i sat there and cried
but i was scared to pick up the pieces
scared to tell her to get the piece
so i did what i knew i could do

i followed my brother home
i told him
not to take me next time
he slapped me then
and told me to bad

he love to see the look on my face when i watched
that time it was my best friend
next time who knows
but i will be there
in the shadows
and some day i will tell their tales
but this time
this one is mine






this poem was written for my friend hwen she was scared to tell ppl this story until me. she wanted it to be heard one day and she loved my poems. so this is for her and her story. i hope i did you well and rest in peace. you are gone but not forgotten Sarah