The EventA Poem by GIR_to_the_maxThere was a girl who lived there before the event She lived there with the two, before the event there as three now there are two my brothers shout, and chant with glee as she passes by on the street they say her sister did it, but I’ve seen her she couldn’t have done it I’ve seen the fire the flames and flickers always in the girls eyes I know what she has done and what she will do My mother said “It’s a joyous event” she said “when it’s over” she ranted “they will be gone” I did not think it joyous I did not smile, upon the fact that a girl like I could do such wrong We went to the event, the celebration really I watched and remembered while they, on the other hand, caused harm the people they laughed and singed they made a mess of the place Breaking things that were precious to the sisters and he I, on the hand stayed back for a while and remember the white the sister bought at the store the white she used that made their hearts black as wood that turned the house red I must admit the house was beautiful that day different from the usual gray with the sparking red that reflected in her eyes Suddenly it stopped the red stopped the people stopped because he stopped ticking. I then remember the spice cookies that the sister made that mother slapped away I must not forget to complement the sister later on for the cookies I wondered If my complemented them would they like me could we be friends? Suddenly I felt the people fire cooling I then felt sad and angry sad because I never got to see what they were like angry because the fire that she set destroyed it all it destroyed the house my trust of them my hope that we could have been Friends But that is over and done now The sisters who could have been my friends are no more Sometimes I see people take things to them But I no longer care for the sisters. I no longer care about the event © 2011 GIR_to_the_max |
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