Curtsey, Daughter

Curtsey, Daughter:

Curtsey, Daughter
Fall asleep
Tucked away
Washed up deep
Looking, Laughing
Always weeping
Bow my daughter
And subside your grief
Flutter away
My fallen leaf
Smokey memories
Inhaled Thoughts
Peircing teeth
That drain your sorrow
Die my daughter
And never wake

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Categorized as poetic

By MistressOfDeath666

.·:*¨Eh...I live in a crappy town in a crappy state, and I hate nearly everyone in it. I write but I don''''t do it good, and although I myself cut, I hate hearing about people who cut like people putting it in their info. "I''''ve been a cutter for 2 yea