To that lassA Chapter by Am27Third poemYou’re so young, And already so broken. Your little tired lung, And those thoughts that been unspoken. I look in the mirror And see your broken eyes. My mind getting clearer, When I see that he dies. You can’t tell anyone Even if you die. Because all you can do Is just cry. You feel so useless and sad. But I see that fake smile. Maybe you’re so mad, But I love that style. You’re holding that glass, But please don’t drop it. You’re just a pretty lass, But you’re too shy to admit. You can’t tell anyone, Even if you die. You’ll see the sun, But only if your eyes get dry. Don’t cry Don’t be shy Just let them dry. You my little lass. © 2020 Am27 |
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Added on August 1, 2020 Last Updated on August 1, 2020 Tags: To that lass. Poetry. That night AuthorAm27AboutHi, here’s some of my works. I’m very glad if like them. I’m just a baby here so sorry for misspells and mistakes. Enjoy) more..Writing
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