We woke up early that day
We were told to dress nice
Everyone was talking about
Her
What she liked
What she did
How she cooked
How she acted
Mother said I should've worn
My green dress
She loved that dress
We gave her a
Paper plane
She was the best at making
Them
A few years later I
Realized
Suddenly struck by grief
I failed to cry
It was to late after all
I was never going to see
Her
Again
She was dead
And I was
Too young
To realize.
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Poems
PoetryThis will have poetry I've made. Also I'm an amateur poet so criticism is accepted. I also have no idea how to work this so just stick with me.
