you turn on the news, it says: "teenage girl; dead" it was no game it was ****** there's no body (yet) and only few clues who ever did it knew what to do and live like it never happen IT WAS ****** she was just walking, walking home from school when he spotted her it was ****** she will never see her family on Earth--only from her heaven it was ****** it will never be the same because... **it was ******.
copyright; 2007 McNally, Inc. I wrote this after I read The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, I love the book. It was also my first attempt at a song style poem.