Crimson tears fall, but death never comes.
My pain leaves, but never quick enough...
Five months have passed
still I cannot sleep...
*My first acrostic poem*
Lost and broken is how she feels...
Death certificate of a beauty queen.
Here's the death certificate of a beauty queen...
Aim the canyons
dig the ditches...
A love was brought upon
Such a girl that would like it bestowed...
She lays in her room
Looking at the ceiling waiting for him to call...
The moon illumines my dejected eye
Tears start to pour unto my weeping eyes...
She wanders on the broken road
tears could be the rain...
Emotions run high, building inside my head
Thoughts of fading memories running wild...
Once upon a time I was
Passing near the grave yard...
I've been hanging from the ceiling
my world turned upside down...