I am broken
So very broken
And stuffed in a doll
Like a raggedy Ann
I am raggedy
With rips I am also torn
Torn apart
Parting friends
Mather, father
Silhouettes of one
But never the
Other
Above all
Remembers her place
A doll on a shelf
Cracked porcelain Face
YOU ARE READING
Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
