Child
Tears roll downShe's not here
She'll never know
She'll never come back
She might aswell stay
Never return.
Alone, I'm used to
Crying, Tears of blood
Eyes, Turn red
Chest, Filled with swords
Lips, Turned to ice
A Child
So Alone
No Support
No protection
No Love
Poetry by lost
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Written on 2007-10-24 at 23:24
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