Title: To All Those who Could
by, Black-Haired Girl
His face was the strong one.
They were immature and child-like
but he was wise - this he did despise.
How can I relate to those who want nothing?
How can I plea for those who don't listen?
Fun and games lasts only so long.
And I can't - he thought.
And I won't - he said.
And I'm done - he died.
She was a broken puzzle in a shredded box
bright green eyes and dark red locks
sensual smile she didn't know she possessed-
seduction was her nature. It would never rest.
She couldn't help but smile
at everyone, and all the while
they abused her name. Tarnished her spirit.
Her self control pushed to the limit...
Why me? - she thought.
Make it stop - she said.
I must end this - she died.
It was a soul without direction
tethered to the ground and choked by limitation.
Ideas constantly restrained.
Society must retrain this soul with inappropriate goals.
Freedom - it thought.
Another chance - it said.
Let me think - it died.
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