Why is the sky blue
A little girl whispered to the flower
A storm rose and her feet glued to the ground
Arms wrapped around
She held the flower
Why is the sky blue
All hell let loose
The stars collided
Bullies finally subsided
Armies marched and begged for mercy
Heaven, was so close
Misty pink and purple too
Blood dropped from her
Flower now stained
Mother unforgettable in a sea of tears
Father drunk with all too hear
I love you, my angel
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
