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Everybody knew her,
But they didn't know her,
The only name they knew her by,
Was "The Baker's Daughter"
Nobody knew why she did it,
Or if the baby is still alive,
Someone knows,
Make a good guess
She was good,
Too good,
But that "day" came,
Her father left...
She didn't know how to take care of herself,
Or, in fact, the baby,
No one did,
She was alone
Lonely was she,
Alone,
Her baby and she,
But soon only it would be
So, what did she bake?
Bread, of course,
But, was that all that she baked?
(Silence)
Oh, how I retrieved the crying mess of bread!
Oh, how I remember!
Oh, the blood that poured from her wound!
Oh, why, why did strike herself?!
So here lies I,
I, and the crying mess of bread,
I and it, but one thing that's gone...
The Baker's Daughter
- by TehCookieCrispRox |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/19/2009 |
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- Title: The Baker's Daughter
- Artist: TehCookieCrispRox
- Description: I was inspired by a news broadcast about a woman...nevermind. Read the poem and figure it out. This is a "free verse" poem. No rhyme scheme. Not much of an average poem that has rhythm.
- Date: 11/19/2009
- Tags: bakers daughter
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