Secret

SECRETS

                                              .Death took a life and left a soul all alone.
                                                  No one heard any screems or moans.

                                                They couldn't answer the question why?.
                                                 Who killed that girl,did she have to die.

                                                      Buried in a fire under all that ash.
                                                          Her life was taken in a flash.

                                              An abandoned bus is where her body was hid.
                                            Remains were so small they thought it was a kid.

                                               Police couldn't answer the why,when or who.
                                               Because of the fire it burnt up so many clues.

                                                   But when the police finally figure it out.
                                                 They will be found guilty without a doubt.

                                                     Her soul was lost but now it's found.
                                               Now she can rest and be put in the ground.
                                                        Teresa Skyles    August 21, 2011
Based on a newspaper artical.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Sweetheart Avatar
August 22, 2011 at 10:05 PM
sad and tragic tale but your words are so lovely Teresa.. so many lives lost unnecessisarily my friend.. a beautiful tribute piece luv..
Kendrick Avatar
August 21, 2011 at 3:50 PM
Good one..Enjoyed reading this one..Is it based on a story in the news?..Sara
Jones Avatar
August 21, 2011 at 3:42 PM
aching... this is really a sparkler, teresa... is dought what you meant, or was it doubt?
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