Sitting in a pile of black and white lace
Covered with the scent of sweet summer haze
To her imagination, she gives chase
With a plastic smile plastered on her face
A residue of a fire once ablaze
Once porcelain white skin now caked in grime
Evidence of abuse from passing time
A past beloved item of bedtime
Melodies of yesterday, treasured rhymes
Being this forgotten should be a crime
Nonexistent voice now sounds so raspy
For silent nights are always most nasty
"No one wants to stay by your side, lassie."
A pool of mythic tears so icy
Must be why her eyes appear so glassy
Thousands of days, she sits in harsh darkness
Waiting for spectators, a failed actress
Her shattered heart lying in the ashes
The flame of hope now doused in hopelessness
Until one day arrives a pure goddess
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 11:26 AM UTC
Sitting in a pile of black and white lace
Covered with the scent of sweet summer haze
To her imagination, she gives chase
With a plastic smile plastered on her face
A residue of a fire once ablaze
Once porcelain white skin now caked in grime
Evidence of abuse from passing time
A past beloved item of bedtime
Melodies of yesterday, treasured rhymes
Being this forgotten should be a crime
Nonexistent voice now sounds so raspy
For silent nights are always most nasty
"No one wants to stay by your side, lassie."
A pool of mythic tears so icy
Must be why her eyes appear so glassy
Thousands of days, she sits in harsh darkness
Waiting for spectators, a failed actress
Her shattered heart lying in the ashes
The flame of hope now doused in hopelessness
Until one day arrives a pure goddess
A quick poem I wrote during my Literature class (which I found out I only got a 2.5 [around 70% or less] average) and I think I need to set my priorities straight--
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