Baby Unborn

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My friends mother recently had a miss-carriage so I wrote a poem about it. Wrote it just for them (: Enjoy? I know it's crap, ah well..

Submitted: July 09, 2010

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She is new,
She is kind,
She should live older to see her find.

She is white,
She is pure,
She is of a love sick cure.

She is true,
She is timed,
She is of someone who speaks their mind.

Baby true,
Baby see,
Always will you blessed be.

Gone away,
Taken now,
She had gone without a sound.

Blood was shed,
Now they cry,
Why did little angel die?


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