A missed heartbeat
the secret of her beautiful ash coloured hair,
her ruby lips and her wickeled wanting stare,
lay deep and hidden in her woolen overalls
a heart full of memories behind thick walls
though it shone seeping through white skin
scars showin wat she’d done and who she’d been.
everyone knew her story though few spoke of it
and in hushed tones the whole town knew every bit
but she hid it with her words and with her ways
the way she listened and spoke but never stayed
her fingers shivered even in the spring sun
for her youth had neither freedom nor fun
only her lips plump and full spoke in silent peep
of the blush that once adorned her pale cheek
her beauty not like the monument it now stood
but full of life and a fire that burnt u if u could
stop and stare at her simmering rapture
hopin it mite rub off and u mite capture
for something so pretty may but never be plucked
but for one little flower that lay trampled and chucked
they say she bled a bright red stream that met his
a pool of red that soaked him through but this
is true she never screamed or left his side all along
they shielded each other for their love was strong
he was her reason and she his muse
they knew of the love but chose to abuse
a bond so pure was ripped by death
a price was paid and it was she who wept.
his wounds fatal and her burden despair
to a woman so torn from a las without a care
his grave lay there with her, a tombstone incomplete
a life that barely started and missed heartbeat.
her ruby lips and her wickeled wanting stare,
lay deep and hidden in her woolen overalls
a heart full of memories behind thick walls
though it shone seeping through white skin
scars showin wat she’d done and who she’d been.
everyone knew her story though few spoke of it
and in hushed tones the whole town knew every bit
but she hid it with her words and with her ways
the way she listened and spoke but never stayed
her fingers shivered even in the spring sun
for her youth had neither freedom nor fun
only her lips plump and full spoke in silent peep
of the blush that once adorned her pale cheek
her beauty not like the monument it now stood
but full of life and a fire that burnt u if u could
stop and stare at her simmering rapture
hopin it mite rub off and u mite capture
for something so pretty may but never be plucked
but for one little flower that lay trampled and chucked
they say she bled a bright red stream that met his
a pool of red that soaked him through but this
is true she never screamed or left his side all along
they shielded each other for their love was strong
he was her reason and she his muse
they knew of the love but chose to abuse
a bond so pure was ripped by death
a price was paid and it was she who wept.
his wounds fatal and her burden despair
to a woman so torn from a las without a care
his grave lay there with her, a tombstone incomplete
a life that barely started and missed heartbeat.
