I Write Poetry
Held deep inside where tears don't dry
A little fairy floats and cries
Friends wade in but don't stay that long
She's left alone to mourn the wrong
Treating grief as contagious
Not feeling very courageous
No one left to help mend her wings
Watching death pass she softly sings
A little fairy floats and cries
Friends wade in but don't stay that long
She's left alone to mourn the wrong
Treating grief as contagious
Not feeling very courageous
No one left to help mend her wings
Watching death pass she softly sings
By:
Xarina
Age:
31-35
,
Female
