White Rose (Photo credit: Marketing Specific, Inc)
They found the bones
Two months from the time
She was lost and gone
Through fallen ribcage
Weeds struggled for life
Reaching for the sun
A bracelet beside her glimmered
Its loss of an owner
Bereft and alone
If not for her letter
They’d never have found her
They’d never have known
Suicide is unfathomable
A moment of bleakness
She barely could own
And now of her sweetness
No murmurs are lasting
Except for her milk-white bones
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
A haunting and painfull write.. I really have nothing to say except hold the tears back.
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
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Thank you, it was a hard poem to write in many ways, even though it was more just musing on suicide rather than something inspired by any actual event I know of.
beautiful and heartbreaking
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
So heart-breaking =( I love the closing lines brilliant work
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂