Your little feet
your little hands...

Mum where did you go
mum where did u run...

My little girl
skin as soft as a pearl...

What did i do
to deserve what...

My suicide
I thought of dying...

He may not be a work of art
but he has a generous heart...

We were friends
you screwed it up...

I haven't written a poem in so long but here goes
our love burns like a fire...

I remeber when we first met
our lives were so set...

This might be a shit poem but i have to express...
pregnant again...

Roses in the wind
petal in the rain...

Bending double
Folded over myself...