A poem I wrote about a girl, it's so original it almost hurts.


1. Charlotte

I'd pick her from a golden tree, 

shes the sweetest fruit of all.

kick off your sharp glass slippers girl,

wont you join me at the ball?

beat me and I bleed,

a boring shade of scarlet

The last breath to pass between my lips

will carry the name Charlotte... 

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