I Want People to Share Their Poetry

Your little girl lost in the world
Blood on her hands
As she watched as they took you that day
She only wished you stayed
As she blew her last kiss to you
She stared up at the sky
And asked herself
Why?
It's Too soon for you to be gone
For her to be left alone

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sighmeupforthat · 46-50, M

oooh tay
ick! snay

at, in... lay

moo ay!

badda boom badda bing

crosby he liked to sing

but not of belts whipping souls
that's for piano player with money bowls

doo bee dooo bee doo beee doooo

dino isn't a dinosaur in vegas

no gold digger left unsaid

joan mommy dear not so esque come join in on the fun