Tuesday, January 29, 2013

The Dress Not White (Poem)

Stains of dirt, blood, and grime
Showing pains of yesterday.
her tear not only stained the dress
But the hands that mended it.
Not white.
The dress was not white
But herself to blame, would make it false.
One drop.
One drop of heart on the violet veil
Will chase away the terror within,
Giving her hope
In this endless torture called life.
A single kiss ends the abominable spell
And the dress
Yes, the dress
Is white.
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2 comments:

  1. JenniferJanuary 30, 2013 at 12:29 PM

    I like that the title says not white but in the end it is white.

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  2. UnknownJanuary 31, 2013 at 9:59 PM

    Thank You, That is my favorite part :)

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