The quit girl who sits all alone,
Lives in a plain house of stone.
The house is as cold as she,
And blocks out the world, even he.
He is the one it hides her from,
And shelters her 'till her tears are done,
She feels the loss, the pain, and the grief
But no one to help, not even he.
The house won't feel, what she cannot,
No one will, 'till her heart stops.
When she stops breathing,
They will meet in heaven,
To share an eternity,
Of no more grief.
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Dark Poetry
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry I wrote myself, so I ask that no one steals it. As you can tell by the cover and the name it is dark so don't complain that I didn't warn you. Although I still write poetry and will update it, most of the poems are olde...
