The Last Dance


The girl who saw the ghost lives here,
She cries  alone a lot,
She lives her life in awful fear,
Of all that she forgot.

The girl who remembers angels,
You may remember her,
She cannot stand all that befell,
Those strange and beautiful blurs.

The girl who took her life remains,
In this abandoned lot,
In order for her to remain sane,
She had to lose the lot.

She couldn’t stay, she couldn’t leave,
Not the best deal, she had,
Finally with courage and grief,
She was lost by her own hand.

That’s the story of the girl,
Who lost everything at once,
Everything to her bright red curls,
In her final grieving dance.

3 Responses to “The Last Dance”

  1. spraypaintedsoul Says:

    i love it! great post hehe 🙂 glad i stumbled upon you! 🙂

    i’m writing a little about a relationship / story kind of thing on my wordpress if you’re interested in having a read?

    if you’re not it’s okay i understand! thankyou anyway xx

  2. t h i n g s + f l e s h Says:

    your poem explodes with ingenuity, beauty and emotional resonance. thank you for sharing it with me. tony

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