Little bo-peep
Was malwed by sheep
They were wearing
Wolves clothing
Does anyone care
Is anyone aware
That she lye
Broken and bleeding?
Came in the midst
Of the day,
Kindly asked her
Out to play
Was told to
Please trust them
That they’d always,
Love her dearly
Lying wasted
Coffin side
Her mothers mascara
Smearing
Knew not wrong
From her right
Now the child
Is un-endearing
Was told to trust
Was taught to love
But the example
Was not enough
Did as she saw
not like she should
now pays the price
with 200lbs of wood
the wolves shed
their sheepy skin
knowing what lyes
so deep within
to each thyne own
the sheep grin
“too bad it was
our own kin”
now she looks
from hell below
cause no one cared
for her soul;
“I TRUSTED YOU!”
She screams in cries
All to late
For her to know…
Cause everyone was there
But no one cared
They were too busy
Ignoring her breathing
Doing wrong
From right
Left the rest
In seething |
Submission Name: Unloved to Death
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