Lyfe

Not mine I just love this Poem.
A locked door
A rusty razor
A towel stained with red
A folded note on the floor
A broken mirror

A young girl lays there dead
Their emotions in a tangle
The room starts to swirl
She was moms perfect angel
And daddies little girl.

By nikki burns
Published: 8/14/2009		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
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