One little,
Two little,
Three little,
Four little,
Five little,
Tears running down.
One by one and two by two,
Creating a salty pool.
Six drops,
Seven drops,
Eighth one turns to blood.
Ninth and tenth never come around,
By then the time runs out.
One person and 2 more,
Their faces go pale as they see.
A person has now been set free.
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My Painful Plea
PoetryI worry about things, and they make me cry. There are those days when I keep saying, why? I blame it on myself, for all that pain. When I got confused and picked the wrong lane. Poems I write, may mean no shit to you, but to me.. They're my handke...
