Rest peacefully, sweet 16! You hope and dream to every poet who has a wound,
You tool for peaceful news,
You champagne of finer drink,
For what does thou think?
Beautiful masterpiece you,
For you have a glow that flows to moons,
Not seen by scholars of man!
Ancient stand!
For don't let the brutal boys tease you,
For they can't please you as you can't please yourself.
I see your bruises and welts you hide under your bands,
For the lips in thy picture really draw a characture of you!
Cupid of cat alley soothe...
you wrote this for me and couldnt post it so I DID! whats the name..