She went out in her sleep.
Eye lids closed forever.
Her head tilted in peaceful way.
Bandana of turkeys hung around her neck.
Her purple hardness a top her, 112 more words
Tags » Life Poems
I’ve learnt that you can be the kindest most decent person ever and still get trampled, still get used, abused and mishandled.
I’ve learnt that the worst pity is self-pity, not saying you can’t feel bad for yourself but staying down so long you’ve placed your life on a shelf. 157 more words