Unforseen
By ladeeda
Pictures swirl Through my imagination Of the crimson blood Trickling down My boney wrists Wouldn't they all be surprised? She was such a happy girl Always smiling So unforseen What could they've done?A really old and crappy poem. Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 03 2002 12:52 AM PST 0 • 1
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