On the first page...., by olivia scott
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On the first page,
It's all good.
But then it twists and turns and gets complex.
I can't help but cry
For her sad miserable life.
She bled to her death,
As she cried, "Oh, My name is Beth
Arrived in front of me is an early death."
They won't be sad.
They won't be mad.
Instead they'll be glad.
That poor Beth's miserable life has come to an end. |
Posted: 2013-06-09 23:51:12 UTC |
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2013-09-25 17:22:44 | eldoncole |
the words we write in poetry are words we never say a loud in our everyday life. Your heart seems sad to me. |