Charley had deep brown eyes,
a beautiful smile
and long strands of hair
that framed his head.
He was once happy,
but now he felt sorrow
with every emotion.
He was trully unhappy.
The cold and fearsome grip of death
finally got hold
of his young soul
And he gladly let escape one last living breath.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 8:13 PM UTC
Charley had deep brown eyes,
a beautiful smile
and long strands of hair
that framed his head.
He was once happy,
but now he felt sorrow
with every emotion.
He was trully unhappy.
The cold and fearsome grip of death
finally got hold
of his young soul
And he gladly let escape one last living breath.
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