"Why do the greatest people have to die?"
A girl asked to her mother, holding back her cry.
She looked at her friend who was in a basket,
Wishing shed wake up and get out of her casket.
"When we are looking for flowers, which ones do we pick?"
The responded with "The prettiest ones... And she got picked."
YOU ARE READING
The Poetry Book
PuisiThese poems were written mostly during my times were depression hit me hard. Some are from fifth grade, but most are from 2017 - present.
