Smile To God With A Nail In HandA Poem by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))Smile is a call to help...She said it was her very first smile, an action of proverbial disorder - did she know the life after death? The questions float on top of a bunch of dead roses, left to die by life. Such a small thing, life a mere gesture to smile, to walk, to talk, and to kill. And so many dead. There is a fascination with killing roses in the public, the more you look the easier it gets, don't. Words are mere words with lines at the end of each. God, God, God! Are you there? The smile of a girl, the smile. Pure in action, death in mind, this is a call to help, but a tale of mischief, a game played by children. God, are you there? This is a shout to call for help, a dead rose in hand, a smile on her face and a broken nail, God... © 2012 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))Author's Note
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