Rock-a-by baby
In the tree tops
When the wind blows
You'll start to rock
When the rope breaks
And you start to fall
Down will come baby
Razors and all.
A/N - Above is an extended version I found online
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PoetryJust a few poems and such about my life how I'm feeling and what I'm going through. Unless stated with ~broken angel, the poems aren't mine I only found them online. *TRIGGER WARNING*
