Child
One of two poems I found written on scrap paper today, I don't remember writing them but they're in my writing so oh well. Please comment I want to know what you think. P.s I don't know how old I was when I wrote these
Truth and lies,
Cross my mind,
As the final song,
Is sung.
I wait and watch,
With empathy,
As the family,
Is hung.
The child cries,
I take her away,
I love her still,
She was snatched away.
Alone once more,
One final fear,
To be the lone world,
Or the last tear.
Cross my mind,
As the final song,
Is sung.
I wait and watch,
With empathy,
As the family,
Is hung.
The child cries,
I take her away,
I love her still,
She was snatched away.
Alone once more,
One final fear,
To be the lone world,
Or the last tear.
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