Pretty Girls in bright dresses on dark nights

A pretty girl in the brightest of dresses,

She smiles bright and laughs loudly,

she hides in fright and cries quietly. 

she met him first here, and he made her smile.

although it was all over in this short while.

she met him through a friend,

a friend of his, but not of hers by the end.


hanging together by the bright yellow thread of her dress,

she scanned the room for some source of kindness.


lost and alone she struggled to find her breath,

control slipped away and her heart gained pace,

a tap on the shoulder put her fear to death.

in overwhelming anxiety, she found her grace.

This poem is about: 
My community


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