She sat in denial, in depression
When her angels had to leave
So she picked up a crayon and
Conjured up a happier world
Where nothing could've gone
So terribly wrong, in which her
Two little angels still laughed,
In which they hadn't given up
A world where she could
Hug them, hold them
Tell them that 'mummy
Would always love them'
Rest little angels
Sleep peacefully
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Shawty's Rhyme Book
PoetryHere's a book of poetry which doesn't exactly rhyme. Each one may hold a thousand different meanings, but I just hope it means something to you... That's the only thing I need. Shawty❤ Highest Rankings: #36 in Poetry (09/06/2016) #1 in #lightpoetry...
