I own a blue Peter badge because of my literacy skills, I love painting nails gymnastics righting poetry and dancing!
Little girl small and thin, Walks the streets without her kin. You may ask why all alone, She silently walks back to her home.
The sun shimmered through her blond locks as she took her last few breaths. she understood me, i was no longer an outcast, she made me belong, she made me feel wanted, needed and loved.
The grieving faces turned away, For after the deaths they couldn't stay, Blood scattered sheets and matted hair, It was the worst end for the the spring time fair.
Smiling mouth but lying eyes, A wolf in sheepskin, a monster in disguise. Drags them in not knowing where to go, leaves there bodies caressed in snow.
Don't u hate it when your Teacher pats you on the head or when she starts to take a nap and you think she might be dead.
Red like the blood running down her arm,. Orange like the sunset behind her,. Yellow like her beautiful hair,. Green like the grass she lay on,. Blue like her dreamy eyes,.
She was different, like no one else. She laughed at my jokes and shared my pain. She led me through the darkness and she held my hand. Her skin as soft as velvet and with one touch would paralyse you.
My dear sweet Lucy, how I regret taking you on that cursed ship and the feeling of hatred for the workers who left their posts for a bottle of whisky. No lookout, no captain or crew.