A locked door,
A rusty razor,
A towel stained with red.
A folded note,
A broken mirror,
And a young girl lies there dead.
Their thoughts tangle as the room begins to swirl.
She was mommy's perfect angel
And daddy's little girl.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
