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This is just a poem I worte. I hope you like it, even tought it's not very good.
Roses and Smoke "Mom, please let that smoke out." She asked her mom with a choke Her mom let in the cold, out the warm She watched the evil flow away, the smoke
Her mom had always smoked She'd been going at it for years now She always was with her mom to get some more But the question still haunted her "How mom? How?"
Saturday afternoon, nice and warm The first snow came down that night A nice little pair, mom and daughter But no one wanted the fight
"Come on, I need another pack." She said to her daughter grabbing the keys They got in the cold and dark car Looking through the frost, she saw the trees
In large blue and red, she saw the word 'Mobile' Her mom never thought to ask if she was okay Just then she saw her mom coming to the entrance, After setting down her pay
To home they drove, on the icy path Seatbelts locked, but danger in their way Black-ice was everywhere on that pavement Then, the car began to sway
The controll was lost by her mother's hands, Unlike her smoking habits Many flips were made, shattered glass In her head, she said "Stop it!"
Those words should have been said sooner For the night of Dedember 24th, christmas eve She died with the car and her mother alive Her mom never would never have guessed, That she had to leave
A new year, a new head-stone Of corse she cried, What mother wouldn't It would be horibble to know, That your bad habbit was the reason, That your daughter had died
The guests were gone, the food left out Her mother was still at her rest She carved in a message in the stone 'I'm sorry my daughter, for creating this mess'
She left that night, with roses there The dirt was still showing Her mom quit her habit, just for her A dedication, for her daughter, gone with the wind blowing
GodsGirl-SatansSpawn · Thu Nov 17, 2005 @ 12:54am · 1 Comments |
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