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by Bree Ziet Jan 29, 2016 category : Sadness, depression / about death
No heart No soul Her thoughts Black as coal She didn't know it She didn't care She was herself No matter where. She may have been sick But she was mine I hurt her She turned bad over time I'm sorry Please answer I didn't know About your cancer
by Ben Pickard
Hello Bree and welcome to the site. This is a strong first write from you that really rocks the reader at the last line; it packs a real emotional punch. It has a nice rhyme and the short, jagged lines add to the dark feel of the piece. Well done and keep writing, Ben