A Most Unusual Girl

My girlfriend is a phenomenon,
she has a power in her hand,
she's capable of changing things,
of which I don't understand.

She can bring life to the departed
but they are not as they were.
They become uncaring, cruel, and evil,
and throw verbal abuse at her.

I think they're plotting to harm her
as a thanks for what she's done.
But she laughs at any thought of this
and says she lives to help everyone.

But I think she naively underestimates
what these living corpses can do.
I see them when the sun goes down,
and they're not like me and you.

When she came home this evening,
I told her she was living a lie,
and now she's behaving very strangely,
and I believe I'm about to die.

poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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