High night.

Poem

The high sets off the rumors,

but only she knows the truth.

 

She fights back these tears in agony,

as she stands bravely by her proof.

 

The night that was shaded with darkness and lust,

covered neatly in the settilings of a stranger's dust.

 

She held in her arms a black covered book,

glancing within her soul she took.

 

Stolen away a life that was never there,

a last glance into the last night of despair.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Butterfly Ninja :3]

i like it, i like the fact that you bolded what other people thought and kept in regular font what she actually did great job jess :D