Little boy blue
By Angelize
A pound of beans, a cup'a rice, a dose of meth in the fridge. An ounce of hope in his eyes. Echoes in empty rooms, so cold. Sagging walls can't speak of things, that are best not told. He's only five, but his momma said, "Be a little man, 'til I get back". But two days have past, and there's no more bread..... Written October 15th, 2001 © on Oct 14 2001 04:37 PM PST 0 • 18 • 1
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"A pound of beans, a cup'a rice,..."