
Lalala Maclemore
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I love to read I’m a Tarusand I love this website where I come to read and write what I’m feeling I like poetry but I feel like I could do more.
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A Dead Cold Night
You're thrown out of your home, your face hits the snow your wife is thrown out next her eyes slowly go blank as tears fill them. You get up you see your daughter being taken into a carriage. Then you see the blood, flowing down your wife’s side you start to get up you run for your daughter, she’s screaming for you. Her red hair being blown by the wind. Then you feel it, the sharp pain by the sword hitting your back. You keep running. The sword hits you again, you can’t go any further you fall to the ground the last thing you see is her bright hair disappearing into the blackness of the carriage as your eyes fall and your heartbeat slows your mind goes blank as the blackness takes you away.
By Lalala Maclemore7 years ago in Poets

