Death all around us,
It seems to come in threes,
When it wants us, it takes us,
No matter the amount of our pleas.
Time to mourn and time to grieve,
Seems I am still one left around to breathe.
Down in my puddle of tears, praying upon my knees,
From my heart has been broken off another piece.
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Megan Rose's Poetry: Book Two
PoetryI hope you all enjoy my poetic writings. This is my 2nd poetry book on here. The first one can be found in this link below: http://www.wattpad.com/story/19509877-megan-rose%27s-poetry -Poet_Megan_Rose
