She Is Helpless Poem by Saint Cynosure
She Is Helpless
Lost inside her loneliness,
forcing unto me.
Every dream that she does have,
that I should just agree.
To the pain for pity's sake,
wishing for me years.
When I don't give,
she wants to take,
I'll laugh her into tears.
Forced to sound the wicked man,
uncomfortable with truth.
Suckling sour never feeds,
the hunger of her tooth.
She is helpless...
yes she is and will stay that way... ha.. ha.. ha. good job kid. Becca
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5/4/2024 4:22:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
ouch...who's been haunting you my little sunshine? ?