finally thought of a name .... as you can see
still don't judge I wrote this when I was half asleep
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She comes
Waiting to
Destroy the
Little girl that
She calls her own
She comes
Waiting for the
Girl that she
Gave birth to
To Fall asleep
She looks at
The now sleeping
Girls face
She sees the girls
Jet black hair on the
White bed and pillow
She looks at the girls
Petite figure
She remembers the
Little girls ocean
Blue eyes that makes
Anyone unlucky enough to melt
But she doesn't
See her daughter
She see the man
She fell in love with
The one that destroyed
Her right when things
Were looking better
For her
She sees
That evil
Man that
She can't
Get over
In her
Daughter
The child that
Only he wanted
But then out of
No where changed
His mind then Left
The child
Looks so
Much like
Her father
Down to
Her dimples
The child
Is killing her
so much with
Just a look has
The her heart cry
Out in so Much pain
The abomination
In her eyes was
Now sleeping right
In front of her
She has been thinking
Of the night to
Kill the poor child
But she doesn't
Want to kill to
Her own flesh and blood
But then the pain
Comes and reminds
Her why she has to
That man made
It impossible for
Her to even look
At her own child
With out thinking
Of him It is killing
Her inside
With one last look
She looks at her
Innocent daughter
She looks at her
jet black hair
And thinks of her
Ocean blue eyes
She takes the knife
From behind her
Back that she
Has been carrying
All this time
She looks at
The knife
The plunges
It into her
Daughter's heart
She looks at the
Knife in her
Now dead child
She the crimson
Liquid staining her
Daughter White
Bed Her Black hair
She see the blood
Starting to hit the
Floor
She takes the
Knife out of her
Dead daughter
Dropping it on
The floor
She walked
Right out of
The room
She takes one
More glance at
The mess she made
She walks
Aimlessly into
Her room
Which is where
She cried herself
To sleep
Thinking of
The future
Her daughter
Could have had
And the mistake
SHE alone had
Just made
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my life as well as theirs (poems)
ПоэзияMy first book of poems they tell you about my life and the life of people around me
