Pink Headphones

I was tagged in a photo on Facebook the other day, and I said that I would attempt to make something from it. This is the first time I have looked at a picture and created a poem from the images.

 

 

 

 

 

PINK HEADPHONES

She sits in her room
Staring at her wall
She thinks only of him
And the tears start to fall

To her, he’s a prince
Even though he’s done bad
But when he was caught
Part of her was glad

It’s not that he killed
His only crime was he robbed
Everytime he did it though,
He came back to her and sobbed

He didn’t want to do it
But he was given no choice
If he strayed from his task
SHE would get a visit from the boys

Now it was all over
Nothing was left to risk
So she listened to him every night
Through pink headphones and a disk

© Alastair Forbes 2012

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