Gothic Ballerina, by ~JaLeEsA lOvEs PoLkA dOtS~
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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... |
| Posted: 2005-11-19 05:01:49 UTC |
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| 2006-03-08 19:53:20 | No Child Is Innocent Once Born |
| I really love this poem! I like the imagery and the flow! Excellent! A job well done! This is so beutiful! |