Sweet Embrace
By: Taylor Donnelly
Hands press light on the pale shoulder of death
Whispers are such secret things on light breath
Clinging too close yet so far away shrouded in darkness
There stands a well dressed man with little happiness
When your only friends are the dead
How can you be forgiving to those who have fled
Shes younger than she looks, aged by what she's seen
Yes the world is mean not clean and violent stretching seems
Does she know its here time
Does she hear her own clock chime
He is the only she'll let in
The sweet embrace there's ever been
Her rose checks, her guarders placed
Her four inch heels laced
She is ready for the chase
Such a pretty girl, such a waste
His fingers are tired of taking what shouldn't be his yet
But their fates have been met
Their choices set
Caught in darkness's net
He is the only she'll let in
The sweet embrace there's ever been
Shes doesn't blame the world
The way her hair got twirled
The passionate hands have grasped her skin
And each she let in, but never let in
He will taker off the streets for good
But not the way it should
There will be a pine box for her
There will be be dirt to cover
He is the only she'll let in
The sweet embrace there's ever been
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem