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Read Poems by Emily Kroeger

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With her hair in tangles, her body bruised, her clothes torn. . . 
Her virginity is gone.

A single tear is drawn
and slowly it falls. . . 
and slowly it falls. . . 
and slowly it falls. . .
As it's journey ends, her eyelids close.

And as she sits in the cold, black, darkness of the night,
she opens her eyes and mascara lines her grief strickin life.

Her hair in tangles, her body bruised, her clothes torn. . . 
Her virginity gone.

She slowly slides the black stockings over her thin, boney legs.

What has happened is done and what is done is never to be erased.  
For the memory will be forever embeded in her brain.

She never thought such a crule act would be brought upone her. . . 
But it was, and it ended up being a tornado of broken.

Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2012


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  1. Date: 5/3/2012 1:41:00 PM

    Hello Emily, no comments on this well written and good poem? - Touching tema, but I like it. Wish you all the best, take care. - love from Anne-Lise (welcome to read some of mine)