YetA Poem by forfila
Dearest, aim from now in the clearest thought The love that is there, the train of your thought Tears bleed to just hurt, all to tear us all Spare a thought, for all the fear you have caused
Rainy days we innocently played Paid tenfold for the blood we gave Attempting to tame, the stealing of grace a spirits raped Yet, God bless the smile of the children everyday © 2009 forfila |
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Added on March 5, 2009 |