Why? Why? Why?
Does your little girl cry?
Mamma please tell me. Tell me.
These tears are falling freely, can't you see?
Why? Why? Why?
Does your little girl want to die?
Mamma please tell me. Tell me.
Her blood is dripping freely. Freely.
Why? Why? Why?
Your little girl, is really a boy inside?
Mamma please tell me. Tell me.
Why does he have to hide?
Why? Why? Why?
Did you let your little boy die?
Mamma please tell me. Tell me.
Why couldn't you let him be free?
Why? Why? Why?
Did your little boy have to live a lie?
Mamma please tell me. Tell me.
You nailed his coffin, when you said "she"
Mamma, why? Why? Why?
Did your little boy have to die?
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Random Poetry and Writings
AléatoireThis is just a collection of poems I write with maybe some short little stories added in there for shiggles. For the sleepless nights, the lonely nights, the arty nights, and all in between.
