Teardrop teardrop in my eye
Watch me bleed and make me cry
Angel angel in the sky
Laugh at me as I painfully die
Tea party tea party made with lies
Take my candy and posion pie
Let us drink to this song
Toast to souls who don't belong
In this world where we come from
But where it doesn't feel like home.
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Wanderers
Poetry" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
