Baby brotherA Poem by Sarah W. French...
The whole town is
after me. I must pay for what i did. Oh little baby brother i regret... Gather up your children. Grab your swards and go to her. Take the child killer down. I'm a deer, always running. His blood shows them a trail. I truly am sorry. Hunt her down and take her. Corner her, take her blood. Like she took the little boy. I really didn't mean. To take his very soul. I loved that little boy. But magic got there first. © 2012 Sarah W. French |
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1 Review Added on October 10, 2012 Last Updated on October 10, 2012 AuthorSarah W. FrenchPAAboutI won't be publishing all my poems on here but I am putting them on my tumblr. Please check them out. I'm a 16 year old girl who mostly writes poems. I have been verbally bullied and use poetry t.. more..Writing
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