reblogging my published poetry
On a late Friday night,
we walked into the park.
he stayed so very close to me.
She was afraid of the dark.
Another time we double dated,
she was out with Marc.
He wanted to take her to the swings,
but she was afraid of the dark.
There were many other times
we came upon the park,
but we would always go around
cause she was afraid of the dark.
Well last night as I thought
of how she’s afraid of the dark,
she somehow finally got the courage
to be murdered in the park.
8-9-89 Written by Gail Brookshire
(by the grace of God)
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