Sit down, let me tell you a story-
The day Alex Mindfory,
She carried her weight down the road.
Depressed from the day before.
Her mother, who she adored, passed-
Her family masked by the darkness that came-
She wasn't very tame, but on this foggy day.
She may take one leap of faith.
But can she even when her boyfriend, Trace, begs her to stay.
As any, she can't be stopped-
She fought the urge already,
It felt like a machete hit her.
But God will not permit her.
Alex doesn't deserve this,
She is not guilty-
But all the same, she's guilty like the rest.
Dressed in black,
She must carry the facts-
"For one to love, one must die!"
Now she must see if she can fly,
Fly like dove hoping to be done.
Her wrists bleeding, her mind set.
We all regret that day-
Alex Mindfory died simply because she was all in fret.
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Poetry in motion
PoetryIt's a book of poems I've written. They vary in topic. But I like them, so I put them here.
