Crocodile Child
Born with no silver spoon Raised in no paradise Days of happiness gloom There's no peaceful nights Stone heart so no friends in view A soul below zero... Beaten by father so no man is true Eyes away from the sparrow With mother she never could adhere Her first fight known A fight for shedding a tear Since then feelings never shown No way to display compassion There's pain in her smile Loneliness is her only fashion Eyes never sodden.... crocodile child
1
0
trippt
Find out more about trippt.
Comments
Sign in or sign up to comment on this poem!
Poems by style
Poems by content