Cry for your daughter
The sky is crying, as it sees her dying, laying in the gutter, her heart a faint flutter, blood mixed with water, mother cry for your daughter, laying there in the dirt, with ripped jeans and ripped shirt, body and soul violated, her life force all but faded, who could do this, to an innocent little miss, her life barely begun, now it's all undone, no one sees her there, ignorant out of fear, her cries went unanswered, making her feel rancid, he gets away with it, off to another hit, mother cry for your daughter, none will catch her, she is lifted, by the gifted, carried away in the air, blood all through her hair, rain poured across her face, her heart starting to race, they carry her away, to help her live another day, mother no need to cry for your daughter, you will hear her laughter, you will see her smiles, when once again you join her.
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The Tattered Quill
PoetryThe Tattered Quill is a collection of poems I've written over years and kept. Some are funny though most are dark or emo or whatever you want to label them. Enjoy regardless. The art for the cover isn't mine it's just something I found on google, if...
