His Corsage

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  1. Julia-C

    Julia-C Well-Known Member

    This wasn’t the plan
    it’s not suppose to be like this.
    She dreamt of this night
    since she was a little girl.
    A dance a slow dance with smiles
    and laughter’s with close friends.

    She spent days picking a dress
    needing it to be perfect.
    His hormones are to blame
    he wouldn’t have ripped it intentionally.
    A year of babysitting pay wasted
    on tattered and torn lace.

    Her hair took over an hour
    a purple ribbon tied in a bow.
    She says it’s her fault
    her actions teased him.
    Now the ribbon’s untied
    and her hairs a tangled mess.

    She bought new makeup
    her lips were cherry red.
    Plush swollen and sore
    her lips now shake in fear.
    Her tears carve a path
    where foundation once was.

    The corsage on her wrist
    placed gently by his hands.
    Once a symbol of his love
    now serve only as a mask.
    It hides her bruised wrists
    and the marks of his violation.
     
  2. Julia-C

    Julia-C Well-Known Member

    -Revised Version Of This Poem-

    She dreamt of that night
    since she was a little girl.
    To dance a slow dance with smiles
    and laughter with close friends.
    Feeling security and warmth
    instead of fearing that look in his eyes.

    She spent days picking a dress
    needing it to be perfect.
    His hormones were to blame
    he wouldn’t have ripped it intentionally.
    A year’s babysitting pay wasted
    on tattered and torn lace.

    Her hair took over an hour
    a purple ribbon tied in a bow.
    She thought it was her fault
    her actions must have teased him.
    The ribbon became untied
    and her hair was a tangled mess.

    She bought new makeup
    her lips were cherry red.
    Plush swollen and sore
    her lips shook in fear.
    Her tears carved a path
    where foundation once was.

    The corsage on her wrist
    was placed gently by his hands.
    Once a symbol of his love
    instead served as a disguise.
    Which hid her bruised wrists
    and the evidence of his violation.
    J.C.
     
  3. A.SoNiC.boY

    A.SoNiC.boY Well-Known Member

    :hug: as you quite frequently seem to, you've managed to to capture emotions and cast them into text. To say i like it seems wrong, given the subject matter. but i think it is one of the best and most powerful i've read of yours.
     
  4. Julia-C

    Julia-C Well-Known Member

    Thank you, and yes it does seem a little wrong to like it. People have their hobbies which many use as a way of blowing off steam. Writing poetry is my way of blowing off steam. It's either this, or drink myself to sleep at night. Being that I still have a use for my liver, I think I will continue to write. lol :tongue:
     
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