Here's a silly little poem I wrote a while back. Originally, it was a poem about suicide. However, since those are everywhere, I took out the parts that made it so, and decided to just post this. And I'm only going to say this once: I'm not a poet. Enjoy!
Once there was a girl
How cliché
She was born in the heat of May
With a glistening curl
The color of the darkness of the night she was born
She grew in a sort of slow motion
She grew into a sort of wispy shadow
Slinking, staying low
Her eyes glistened glassy: precaution
The heavens opened up and received her and so did the demons
She swore she danced in the clouds
Hung on the smiling moon
Stayed in the darkest corner of the earth high noon
Clothed herself in the angels’ shroud
But, then again, she was a compulsive liar
