Sweet Embrace By: Taylor Donnelly Poem by Taylor P. Donnelly

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