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"There's a problem," the doctor said, "She as small as a twig, Her brain is fine- But her heart's three sizes too big!" Doc opened her up, Her skin white like a dove, Instead of blood, all...
Your song May be Of ice And fire But to me It cannot be Anything less Than a dirge Slow and mournful No glory lost- No glory was there ever.
He had run away from home,. My heart sank so low,. He was feeling all of life's blows,. His thoughts and feelings now closed,. I panicked,. I worried,. That you were lying somewhere bloody,.
Their once was a king who ruled over China. Falling in love with a commoners child, days fell by marrying the girl. Every day he basked her in gifts and entertainment. Yet it was not fated to last.
She'd take me to the park, She'd read to me at night. She'd hold me in the dark, She'd turn off my light. She'd walk me to school, She'd tell me a story.
#youngwritershousehold I was brought home in a small card box, I got kisses, cuddles and played with a lot, I thought they loved me - apparently not, As I grew bigger, they became mean, Until one...
As her head fell into the nook of my neck, like a feather flowing to the earth. My eyes widen and my countenance grew. How one could dismiss this sensation, baffles me.
(about the first time I saw my now adopted daughter) The new century had begun 2000 was to be our year We had dared to dream of a daughter or a son But our hearts were pierced by cruel spear Pain,...
I look through these irons bars, knowing I don't have long left. I know the kind lady with the forgiving eyes will come and take me to the room; the room were dogs go and don't come back.
"Every wind breezes, it's me nearing." I was in love with you at first sight. A new born babe, tender fur, closed eyes. I brought you to my house. I called you Snowy. You grew much too fast.
Wrote this for a friend of mine. He lost his mum to breast cancer when he was young. I wrote it as if his dad was telling him about his mum. He liked it anyway. Hope you do too.
I am your old teddybear. Forgotten, unwanted and alone. I sit in a box hidden under your bed, where you left me to go the rest of my days.