Little Things

Little Things

A Poem by Isabel

I remember those times where I was a child.

Singing softly with tears meant for an Angel,

But as the years went on, I fell for a while.

The damage has been done and I can't go on, my mind won't let me.

I did justice to prove to them all, that I too bleed.

© 2015 Isabel


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Added on May 21, 2015
Last Updated on May 21, 2015
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Isabel
Isabel

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Isabel | 24 | SoCal | Temporary Poet | I've got a fiery passion for all things creative and unique 🌠 tumblr @mercurymood twitter @bebecita_bel instagram @bebecita_bel more..

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A Poem by Isabel