The Old Lady I Met In Lonersville - Poem by Selena Star
While walking down the street of lonersville
I came across an old lady
I told her that i was heartbroken and wanted to die
She said 'Dont we all? '
I asked her if she could help me
She said 'Take this bottle'
It was a beautiful bottle
Made of glass the color of green
I examined the bottle and asked her 'What is it? '
'You said you wanted to die right? ' was her reply
'Yes, i want to die so bad! ' Is what i told her
All she said was 'Well then trust me'
I then asked what i should do with the bottle
She said that there was a liquid inside,
And if i drank it i would die a fast painless death
So i thought 'Okay, as long as it doesnt hurt'
I asked her how it worked
She said 'All you have to do is drink it'
I told her that i was gona go home
And say goodbye to my loved ones
Before i drank the potion
She said 'One more thing before you go! '
I waited for her request
She took her time
Said 'Dont ignore this!
When you drink the potion,
Be sure not to taste it,
Just let it run down your throat! '
I looked down at the bottle
Wrinkles of confusion filled my face
'Is that even possib...'
I couldnt get my sentence out
Because once i looked up
The old lady from Lonersville was gone
I looked around
But spotted her nowhere...
I thought to myself
'Wow, well im screwed! '
So i walked back home from Lonersville
As i reached an old abandoned house
Close to the edge of Lonersville
I heard that old lady's voice in my head
She said 'If you cant swallow the potion,
Without tasting it,
Go home and find a new love,
He'll show you that the potion isnt worth it.
When love gets down,
Lift up your head really high,
And show everyone that youre going to be alright! '
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