something bad happen on the weekend, i wrote a poem.
the nights little angel
It was a warm summer night,
the moon was bright,
the moon had a smaile,
in a instant the moon had changed,
then it had a frown,
as soon as you got hit,
tears were rolling down,
god had taken you from the ones you loved,
we watched you take your last breath,
it started to rain that night,
for 3 days and 3 nights we kept on asking ourselves why,
we shed our tears,
we said our goodbyes,
we will see you again soon,
the nights little angel,
r.i.p baby dylan, your life was to short.
bedrock