They Fell

by Heather Prior   Nov 8, 2005


A young girl,
With a heart of ice.
She's only three,
But she see's nothing as nice.

A young girl,
Not yet ten.
But what she hate's most
Are men.

A teen,
Her heart locked away.
No one she's ever loved
Wants to stay.

A young women,
Standing with a knife.
A man dead below,
Because she took his life.

Already,
She has a list--
Of those who must die.
Because of what they've done.

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  • 18 years ago

    by ~â‚£ading |nspiration~

    Hey girl, finally find some time to check out your poems...man...I like this...it's good.