Oh, sweet little child with you tiny little fists and your innocent mind. With your carefully scribbled drawings and hope in your eyes. With paint on your clothes and your urgent cries.
Oh, sweet little child. It kills me that I can't save you from this cruel, cruel life. And I fear, that one day, I will look in your eyes. And the hope that was once there will be replaced with pain and a darkness that kills you inside.
Oh, sweet little child. When the world destroys you, I will be by your side. You can cry in my arms, and I promise I'll hold you tight. When you're surrounded by darkness, It'll be okay, I'll be your light.
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PoetryIf you're a happy person, better stay away from this depressing af poetry book. And to those of you who relate to my poems...I'm sorry...I'm sorry we had to go through this shit :( (cover is not mine)
