She stands at the grave and cries
For a drunk driver had taken her daughter's life
The petals fall from the rose in her hand
Upon the grave they do land
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
I found this in my lunchbox Just opened up and there he was Says his name is Tim Says he smelled my lunch And wanted ir so much He found...
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