...i have to explain this. IT IS NOT ABOUT ME. it was inspired partly by a news article and partly by an episode of CSI.
As A Bell on Sunday Morning
Her heart rang as a bell on Sunday morning -
like clockwork - most her age skipped and
played but she, flew Away.
Weeping and alone in Private chambers
she was Bruised and Broken, yet-
as a man on his death bed - she strove to live.
Limp in the knees and Weak in her heart,
but standing to prove - her Strength.
He had taken her Precious smile too young.
Age leeches onto her with time
but it still Pained her to remember.
With a Padlock on her bedroom, she Forces him out.
Her heart rang as a bell on Sunday morning -
like clockwork - most her age skipped and
played but she, flew Away.
Weeping and alone in Private chambers
she was Bruised and Broken, yet-
as a man on his death bed - she strove to live.
Limp in the knees and Weak in her heart,
but standing to prove - her Strength.
He had taken her Precious smile too young.
Age leeches onto her with time
but it still Pained her to remember.
With a Padlock on her bedroom, she Forces him out.
thank you.
