remain a mystery Poems

little girl
little girl
you have you hair
done up in curls
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to my angel
to my angel
to my angel in the dark
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hey you it's me again
haunting you inside your head

i'm begging for your attention
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you're haunting me
you're taunting me

the lighter
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put your heart on a shelf
tell them all just how you felt

stained with red
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open your heart
put it on a shelf
tell them all your gruesome story
tell them how you felt
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How would you feel if you lost your mom?
Not because of old age, or illness.
O wait isn't it an illness?
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Your fingertips across my skin
the palm trees swaying in the wind
images...
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enveloped in dark
in this once green park
where my mother and i used to play
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