A locked door, a rusty razor,
A towel stained with red,
A folded note, a broken mirror,
A young girl lays there dead,
Their emotions tangle,
The room begins to swirl,
She was mummy's perfect angel,
And daddy's little girl.
YOU ARE READING
Poems For Death✔️
PoetryThey sound really pretty and there here for anyone who wants to read them. ~~~ My style of writing has improved so if you don't like these please check out my new book called A Poem For Death. ~~~
