Thumbelina Girl 2007 Posted July 27, 2005 Report Share Posted July 27, 2005 I wrote these last year and have cont. writing... False Murder In the asylum she waits, She wasn't insane, she knew it couldn't be true. She wasn't the one who killed him, or his ugly wife. It was Cindy, her other self, no she wasn't insane. It wasn't her fault that she was there/ She takes over sometimes, and maybe thats why, In the asylum she waits Alone Alone she waits under the tree, He promised he'd be back for me. Be back to get her before the storm, Back to get her before her heart gets torn. A promise is what he made, A burden is what he laid. Inside her womb, Like in a tomb, His child sleeps as she warms herself with a burlap sack, She cries and knows that he's not coming back. Halucinations I see people... People I know and people I don't. I see people... Som are there while others are not. I see people... See them I will, talk to them I won't. I see people... There across the parking lot, Too many people but one sticks out, calling. Down there, by the stair, Of the thirty-foot building, The pavement and I become one. Understand that these were written for a special project in English and that they are just stories... right? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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