Oct 2015
It will be a cold day,
rough skin,
pale lips.
You will hear Her cry,
stubbed fingers,
sore hips.
It will always replay,
torn shirt,
broken skin.
And She will lie,
dark eyes,
lowered chin.
rough skin,
pale lips.
You will hear Her cry,
stubbed fingers,
sore hips.
It will always replay,
torn shirt,
broken skin.
And She will lie,
dark eyes,
lowered chin.
