Sad angry just mad
Might as well turn bad
People hurt vut sometimes on an accident.
People learn as the walked through life and went.
She was hurt nothing more
Its was like walls falling down on the door.
She wanted to cut
But at the end it probably wasn't enough.
I write the poetry just for her.
And let her be nice as a feather.
Sometimes life could be tough
But life is also the opposite of love.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl We Knew
PoezjaShe was beautiful she was smart but all above she was had a bigger part
