Mary lou

Mary Lou

A beauty, she is

With her pale, pale skin

And her ruby red lips

Her silk spun blond hair

And her piercing green eyes.

 

God knows why she’s lying in

The middle of the street like that.

Sleeping? From my place at

The window, her chest doesn’t seem

To be moving at all.

 

Mary Lou

An independent soul

Earlier, she had told me she was

Going to find a job today.

I had wished her good luck

And gave her a ride to the desired

Location in my red truck.

 

Mary Lou,

An angel, she be

With her positive attitude

And her encouraging ways

 

If I look close enough, I can see

That a pool of blood is seeping

From her head and forming a

Crimson cloud on the gray pavement

 

Poor Mary Lou

Never had a chance.

 

There will never be another lady ‘round

Here quite like her.

 

 

Author's Note

Maybe I should change her name to "Mary Sou"...or maybe not. Anyways, give me your thoughts on this.

Reviews

[Ashley.M.E]

I like this poem, can't relate or anything, but I could picture everything perfect and the flow was very good, nice job.

[Alex Thomas]

This is a very classy sophisticated write. You embrace of innocence shrouded in darkness is one of the aspects that makes your writing so interesting to read. I have no criticism to offer.

[deeps]

This is quite the lovely write here.
I like this alot. Such amazing flow.