This is a ‘disturbing’ and ‘disquieting’ poem about a young girl mourning the lost of her friend. I’ve got the inspration from the CLAMP graphic novel CLOVER.
Please don’t be alarmed by the mood of the poem. It’s just for entertainment purposes only.
Is it true?
That the Queen with the angelic voice
is no longer around?
Although I’ll never get the chance to meet the White Blossom,
I’ll always cherish her voice over my radio.
For Teena Marie