lucy smith Poems

A scream, a shout, a cry!
there all the same when your involved.
tossing and turining, afraid to sleep,
looks like you've got a hold on me!
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is it posible, that this isnt a fairy tale.
where happy endings just aint real

where people hurt, die and cry,
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The first few droplets of rain fall, splattering thier meyhem everywhere. Blood and water intermix with the texture of her skin.
'My God why have you forsaken me? ' she screams to he heavans in desperate serch for answers.
The blood flows thicker and faster now. A single tear slowly trickles down her cheek.
'Their better off without me' she tries to convince herself, 'it's for the best' she tries to justify herself.
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