Janelle Morehart Poems

Is this all just a game to you
Some funny little deed
A beautiful lie
One thats breaking me
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Come my children
Come to me
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Im standing on the 18th story
Looking down upon the world
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The blood drops
The tear falls
A heart breaks
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Mama's Baby Girl
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Crimson Blood

It flows so freely, gushes out in a raging river
So red but darker, dark like Crimson
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How can you see into me
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Ring around the rosies
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I'm teetering over the edge
Someone save me
I'm falling over the edge
Gotta do this on my own
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It was in the still of the night
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