Laid upon grass made of steel
Her eyes filled with blood and tears
A house empty of a soul
Lined with flowers made of stone
There she lay
Till the end of the day
A poor lonely soul
And you'll never know
Her name
Only of her lables
Laid upon grass made of steel
A grave quite and still
A house empty of a soul
Lined with flowers made of stone
_____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Hi so this is a poem I made not to long ago
so go easy on me for grammar errors and vote and review
~ B bunny
