Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Young girl in blue, why must she be so pretty? With thick copper curls and eyes to match Still, someone so wicked has forsaken her yet And so unwillingly does she sell her pure body In grievous strain, how she sits on ***** stone steps Head bowed down with chest wide open Hands gripping at cold, goose-bumped flesh Bruised from nights spent with a rough customer And people may curse and stare on London's hostile streets But still her eyes hold their defiant gaze So young is she to have such a bitter stare Does she know how my heart aches for her? Young Josephine,  girl in blue, Nearer below, to the ground every hour And soon, she thinks, she'll let her heart freeze Numb to feeling already, she might not even hurt Oh, what a beautiful mess on the streets she'd be So please, quick, someone come whisk her away! Save her from the chilly air and save her from the pain That shatters her so every time a man looks her way She shudders beneath her pale skin Oh, people of all ages, here, come and look! See how she cowers in dark alleyways How she shrinks and swallows her withered soul whole So that only she has the key to pent-up sorrow Strong, so stout, this unfortunate girl So helpless is she in deep poverty Dear man and lady, spare your vile thoughts and high virtues And rescue her from this misery Take her home, go now, raise her well! Encase her in love from in and out and rub her frozen, goose-bumped skin Happiness, I swear she will bring
0
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
Josephine
Young girl in blue, why must she be so pretty? With thick copper curls and eyes to match Still, someone so wicked has forsaken her yet And so unwillingly does she sell her pure body In grievous strain, how she sits on ***** stone steps Head bowed down with chest wide open Hands gripping at cold, goose-bumped flesh Bruised from nights spent with a rough customer And people may curse and stare on London's hostile streets But still her eyes hold their defiant gaze So young is she to have such a bitter stare Does she know how my heart aches for her? Young Josephine,  girl in blue, Nearer below, to the ground every hour And soon, she thinks, she'll let her heart freeze Numb to feeling already, she might not even hurt Oh, what a beautiful mess on the streets she'd be So please, quick, someone come whisk her away! Save her from the chilly air and save her from the pain That shatters her so every time a man looks her way She shudders beneath her pale skin Oh, people of all ages, here, come and look! See how she cowers in dark alleyways How she shrinks and swallows her withered soul whole So that only she has the key to pent-up sorrow Strong, so stout, this unfortunate girl So helpless is she in deep poverty Dear man and lady, spare your vile thoughts and high virtues And rescue her from this misery Take her home, go now, raise her well! Encase her in love from in and out and rub her frozen, goose-bumped skin Happiness, I swear she will bring
inspired by Fantine of Les Miserables
jl
Written by
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem