Her bed was
fashioned
into a grave
Her blanket
was fabricated
out of dirt
And now her
sleep is calm
as a wave
She rests in a
place where she’ll
never be hurt
©
Jul 23, 2015
Jul 23, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
Her bed was
fashioned
into a grave
Her blanket
was fabricated
out of dirt
And now her
sleep is calm
as a wave
She rests in a
place where she’ll
never be hurt
©
