Brave Child
Why do you cry at night?
Are the shadows bothering you,
Best we turn on the light?
Young Child
You guess our age with wrinkles
Howling with pain of oldness,
Yet the thought of being old twinkles.
Naive Child
You've yet to feel life's horrific touch.
Death knawing along our walls,
But it doesn't frighten you much.
Sweet Child
Why do you push us away?
You think we're immortal,
Yet Death isn't always at bay.
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Dipped
PoetryA collection of poems written by MyChemicalLibrary that go from happy and exciting to dark and bleak, with everything in between. A poem will be added at least once per week, if not more than that.
