-
She's freezing cold.
And she's sitting in the sun.
She cries over lies, the truth untold.
Someone stole her heart of gold.
And they did it just for fun.
Nobody knows...
Where she is.
She says life blows..
Just before she goes...
Oh, what a bad day 'tis.
Attempting to take her life,
Which she knows is bad.
She cuts her throat with a knife...
Because she doesn't want to be his wife.
Her death won't even make him sad.
Now she must pay.
She pays with her own life,
And is condemned to eternal pain.
Her life is filled with strife...
and she ends her own life...
But she dies in the rain...
- by LovelyPoetress |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/31/2009 |
- Skip
- Title: Hanging on
- Artist: LovelyPoetress
-
Description:
I'm making this up off the top of my head.
... It might be bad.
Plus it's a ballad which are harder than my usual... - Date: 05/31/2009
- Tags: hanging
- Report Post
- Reference Image:
Comments (4 Comments)
- LovelyPoetress - 06/02/2009
- Thanks. ^^ I haven't practiced ballads since seventh grade. I need more work, I guess.. smile
- Report As Spam
- HalfHorizonOfHope - 06/01/2009
- this is good! the 3rd stanza is a little rough in rythm, but other than that, it's awesome!
- Report As Spam
- fluffernutter94 - 06/01/2009
- um......well...........uh.......it.....um....uh.....i don't know......
- Report As Spam
- Dymond_Nique - 05/31/2009
- wow dats kinda crazy but it is a nice poem
- Report As Spam