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Little Miss Mary
Your flowers are dead
Their petals are rotten
There are thorns in their beds.
Dancing the waltz
In a dull petticoat
Your feet, they are bleeding
But stop - no, you wont.
Little Miss Mary
I’ve long wondered how
It was you stopped laughing
And fell to the ground.
Only to jump to your feet
And to dance
The song of the graveyard
The death of your plants.
You shattered the faces
Of those you loved first
Tear stains and bruises
But yours is the worst.
The face of a woman
Who sings in the dark
Over and over
Of the death of her heart.
Your flowers are dead
Their petals are rotten
There are thorns in their beds.
Dancing the waltz
In a dull petticoat
Your feet, they are bleeding
But stop - no, you wont.
Little Miss Mary
I’ve long wondered how
It was you stopped laughing
And fell to the ground.
Only to jump to your feet
And to dance
The song of the graveyard
The death of your plants.
You shattered the faces
Of those you loved first
Tear stains and bruises
But yours is the worst.
The face of a woman
Who sings in the dark
Over and over
Of the death of her heart.
I love this poem to death <3
© 2009 - 2024 nsikhonsou
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