It's raining,
It's pouring,
The old man is dead,
Suffering horribly
He lays in his bed,
Breathing, yes
But with a broken heart,
Which we know
Can bring an early depart.
YOU ARE READING
The answers that aren't true
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*
