The Red Crimsons
The yellow candlelights
And the hearts that beats
Later this night
They love, they talk, they share
They hold hands and say 'i love you'. But this little girl have no
Love to spare.
She wondered oh why, oh my,
Why I haven't found my prince
The society answered,
Maybe you didn't have enough rinse
Oh she cried, and died
But she chose to eat the cake she brought for tonight
She was only alone, in this little tiny home and she tasted the cake bitterly 'Oh, What an abominable taste!' she said
So she got out and wore a gown
There she found the couple had frowned
She laughed, she laughed
'It's too late!' the boy scoffed.
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douleur
Poetry❝Her heart turned grey as they walked out and didn't stay. Now here's the words she wrote on a paper- the words she couldn't say.❞ Written by ellethetic 2017 © ellethetic
