A tremor runs down
her brocken spine.
Lips puckered only want
to taste something sweet.
The howling wind will be
the only one to hear
what she's said (which isn't much),
and only the rain will know
where she hides.
Hands hold together
the pieces untouched
as she dreams of
her perfect man.
Silly girl,
won't you ever learn,
that those red ribbons
spiraling down your arm
bring no fairytale?
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Meg's Songs
These are all of my songs/poems. Some will be used for my band, others won't. Feel free to critique. Be as harsh as you want, the harsher the better, just remain respectful. Thanks in advance for all the critiques!
~Meg
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