sleep sleep heart of mine
sleep until the end of time
for these days are too hard
for what is left of your shard
sleep sleep my precious thing
until once again hope can sing
close your little eyes and rest
I'll let you know when time is best
when you can open up and shine again
through all the things that have been
taken out and thrust upon you by me
I've taken the time to slow and see
that by hurting you so deep inside
it was my own soul that died
sleep sleep precious little one
I'll sing you a song when the pain is done
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yay,a poem on AP thats not angsty
well done my dear,the squirrels must be proud.
bit of a wierd ryhme sckeem you got going here, but its still good. bravo...johnny bravo...license to gel
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Cado! my magnif! wonderful poetry I must say darling. I've missed you and your poetry greatly. I hope everything is fantastic. Write more. Well done my dear friend.
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