A poem written by a friend

[prettylily]

For Ava, may she rest in peace, who wrote this beautiful poem. The world will never know the talent and beauty she held in her heart and her mind.

I knew a girl named Rosalyn
With teeth like bleached-bone knives
She told me there were dreams like cats,
That pleasure came in folds of fives.

She moved like twisting liquid steel

Comments

[devious_shini]

I am a in a deep and humbled shock. That is a gift right there and would be one of the coolest songs I'd ever hear if put to music. I'd be jealous if I wasn't so awed.

[prettylily]

Yeah and she happens to be younger than me. She has a true gift with words. I've always been jealous of Abby's talent.

[devious_shini]

for good bloody cause to!