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PRETTY GIRL, PRETTY GIRL
Pretty girl hanging from the ceiling, tell me your story.
Was Mommy an addict and did Daddy like to smack you?
Did Daddy skip town and did Mommy bring all of her boyfriends around?
Did Mommy or Daddy have a special game they liked to play?
Pretty girl dangling, please, tell me your name.
Tell me about how vile you believe you are, how it's your fault they took it so far.
Tell me about that fake smile you painted on that greeted each days’ dawn
Tell me about the one boy who perfectly ruined you, the one whose beautiful baby blues hid all the secrets in the world.
Tell me about the corruption those glazed eyes saw through the crack in the door across the hall.
Tell me about the apologies that got stuck in your throat going up- or maybe down.
Tell me this rope around your neck was not your intent
Pretty girl dead, I will whisper sweet things to you.
I will remember your story and your name.
I will remember your shining smile, and I'll tell the boy how much you loved him.
I will hold you close to my heart, for you were brave.
Yet you weren't strong enough.
Was Mommy an addict and did Daddy like to smack you?
Did Daddy skip town and did Mommy bring all of her boyfriends around?
Did Mommy or Daddy have a special game they liked to play?
Pretty girl dangling, please, tell me your name.
Tell me about how vile you believe you are, how it's your fault they took it so far.
Tell me about that fake smile you painted on that greeted each days’ dawn
Tell me about the one boy who perfectly ruined you, the one whose beautiful baby blues hid all the secrets in the world.
Tell me about the corruption those glazed eyes saw through the crack in the door across the hall.
Tell me about the apologies that got stuck in your throat going up- or maybe down.
Tell me this rope around your neck was not your intent
Pretty girl dead, I will whisper sweet things to you.
I will remember your story and your name.
I will remember your shining smile, and I'll tell the boy how much you loved him.
I will hold you close to my heart, for you were brave.
Yet you weren't strong enough.
Published 9th Jan 2014
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9th Jan 2014 7:17pm
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9th Jan 2014 10:49pm
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10th Jan 2014 1:46pm
10th Jan 2014 1:50pm
Phew, not strong enough?
Pretty harsh poem if I may say so.
But brilliantly executed, so why shouldn't I love it.
A bit controversial, but overall a good write.
The dead girls can't write for themselves after all.
Pretty harsh poem if I may say so.
But brilliantly executed, so why shouldn't I love it.
A bit controversial, but overall a good write.
The dead girls can't write for themselves after all.
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