Tw: minor gore, beatings, and violence
Angelo Howard
Pretty as a flower
Always out to please
Their best friend, however
Was hard to please
But they could make him smileTelling jokes
Awkward pokes
A smile was soon to be shown
Messing with blokes
Would always certainly
Feel their friend with gleeSome days, were hard
When their friend was like a shard
Full of anger and rage
So Angelo would play the same card
"Take it out on me
So you can smile joyfully."Their friend would never
But Angelo was clever
And convinced them one day
"Pretend im a punchbag you can use whenever"
Their friend slowly agreed
And slammed his fist with gleeAngelo didn't wince, not one bit
They held back a smile with every hit
The pain came, but they didn't care
They refused to tell him to quit
So they let him do his will
Beating the child, their best friendAngelo Howard
Pretty as a flower
Always out to please
They looked up, unlike a coward
Saw their friend's smile, full of glee
"I love it when you smile"
They flashed a bloody smile, as happy as could be
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New Moon
PoesíaA book full of dark poetry written by me. Triggering content such as suicide inside.