I put the dots in there for a pause before reading the last line not expecting him to be the killer so it is better read that way


I Dream of the Girl...

I dream of the girl with the long blond hair
She lives her life in grim despair.
I dream of the girl with the the bluest eyes
I hear her lonesome desperate cries.
I dream of the girl with the perfect weight
Her whole adult life it was a hundred and eight.
I dream of the girl with the velvet skin
I feel her tortured soul within.
I dream of the girl with the luscious lips
She knew just how to swing them hips.
I dream of the girl with the teeth so white
Although she stays in darkened light.
I dream of the girl that is gone from my life
They say she was killed, stabbed with a knife.
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...I dream of the girl who's spirit haunts me
I didn't realize how hard killing her would be...




Poetry by Kristina
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Written on 2007-02-26 at 22:41

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