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Prom
Claire puts on her highest of heels,
And her sparkling gown,
It is the color of roses,
When the sun had gone down.
Sitting restless at the window,
She awaits her fine prince,
Her hands are shakily trembling,
It’s been very long since.
Beautiful makeup is smearing,
Why isn’t he there yet?
She truly thought he was worth it,
Since they had first met.
Her tears proved her estimates wrong,
He would by no means come,
She thought he would never hurt her,
With tears, her head was numb.
Ring, ring, so shrilly whined the phone,
She miserably climbed down the stairs,
Before the last ring she answered,
“Hello, is this Ms. Claire?”
“Yes, this is,” she replied sadly.
“I have information,
Regarding a young man you know.”
An odd conversation.
With the woman’s next words, Claire gasped,
She nearly dropped the phone,
She started to cry dejectedly,
In shock that this was so.
Claire whispered, “I’ll be right over.”
She quickly grabbed her keys,
She cursed the traffic, “Go faster!”
The cars wouldn’t appease.
Finally she reached the white building,
She asked the young man,
“Paul Richards?” Her voice was shaky.
After he answered, she ran.
Still in her dress, she walked inside,
And he was lying there,
A cut on his head was bandaged,
This shocked the frightened Claire.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered,
His voice so faint and small,
“I told to tell you right away,
You must’ve missed the call.”
“They just told me minutes ago,”
She so softly replied.
“I love you Paul, please don’t leave me,
I don’t want you to die.”
“I’ll be okay, but I’m sorry.”
“Why?” she asked, her voice calm,
“I’m sorry I crashed in that car,
I’m sorry you had to miss prom.”
Please comment and critique.
Thanks
Prom
Claire puts on her highest of heels,
And her sparkling gown,
It is the color of roses,
When the sun had gone down.
Sitting restless at the window,
She awaits her fine prince,
Her hands are shakily trembling,
It’s been very long since.
Beautiful makeup is smearing,
Why isn’t he there yet?
She truly thought he was worth it,
Since they had first met.
Her tears proved her estimates wrong,
He would by no means come,
She thought he would never hurt her,
With tears, her head was numb.
Ring, ring, so shrilly whined the phone,
She miserably climbed down the stairs,
Before the last ring she answered,
“Hello, is this Ms. Claire?”
“Yes, this is,” she replied sadly.
“I have information,
Regarding a young man you know.”
An odd conversation.
With the woman’s next words, Claire gasped,
She nearly dropped the phone,
She started to cry dejectedly,
In shock that this was so.
Claire whispered, “I’ll be right over.”
She quickly grabbed her keys,
She cursed the traffic, “Go faster!”
The cars wouldn’t appease.
Finally she reached the white building,
She asked the young man,
“Paul Richards?” Her voice was shaky.
After he answered, she ran.
Still in her dress, she walked inside,
And he was lying there,
A cut on his head was bandaged,
This shocked the frightened Claire.
“You look beautiful,” he whispered,
His voice so faint and small,
“I told to tell you right away,
You must’ve missed the call.”
“They just told me minutes ago,”
She so softly replied.
“I love you Paul, please don’t leave me,
I don’t want you to die.”
“I’ll be okay, but I’m sorry.”
“Why?” she asked, her voice calm,
“I’m sorry I crashed in that car,
I’m sorry you had to miss prom.”