Gothic Ballerina

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By ~JaLeEsA lOvEs PoLkA dOtS~

She dances through the snow, With her black eyes and red lips, And her feet follow, The darkness that she worships... Her pale white skin, Holds, Deep within, A dark black soul... She's freezing to death, An evil spirited diva, Breathing her last breath, Died my gothic ballerina...

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November 20, 2005 19:57love nothing >>--

omg this is beautiful..i love alot of ur poems!

I really love this poem! I like the imagery and the flow! Excellent! A job well done! This is so beutiful!