ChangeA Poem by Beatrice MarsRainbow was her Name, but her Favourite colour Was black, Unless she slipped up, Then it was red.
She didn't like change, But she could never stay Still, She didn't like change, Which is why she Loved her tattoos.
She never forgot, didn't Often forgive, but she would Always regret.
She was chasing The wind, always wanting What she couldn't have, Always letting it slip through Her fingers, because she was never Sure what she wanted.
She married a guy Who had the same last name. (She didn't like change)
He smoked and had right wing Views, but she let that Slip, She wanted him and she couldn't Change him.
She watched smoke Slip from his lips, Changing shapes as she cried. She loved change.
He wanted kids, But she didn't. She loved him, but she Didn't want change.
He cheated on her, with a Woman who (was a lie) Dyed her hair And liked change.
So, with love tattooed Across her knuckles, She punched the S**t out of him. (She wouldn't let this slip.) © 2011 Beatrice MarsReviews
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1 Review Added on March 17, 2011 Last Updated on March 17, 2011 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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