Not a Poem, a Prayer
I ran away and came home today
To an empty home and an empty bed
She got worse and soon she'll be dead
She got worse and soon she'll be dead
The fairy she ran away
She didn't want to but she had no use
The little fairy has no use
And now she's sad
My fairy might fly away before she dies
I hope she doesn't die
It's on the cards but she's
Too tired to work her magic
I'll cry forever if she dies
I'll never stop or open my eyes
My fairy will commit suicide
I hope she doesn't die
My fairy's tears have stained
The carpet that's my sorrow
She screams her tiny heart out
To try to save the dying
But the dying go on and die
My little baby
lLittle sister
Little friend
In the palm of my hand
I wish she could stay
I'd clench her in my fist
To keep her in the dark
Cold air I breath through frost
Over her tiny head
The breath of life I just can't give
The breath of life I need to live
I used the strength on me
My fairy helped stop me
And now she's drained
I used her
I hope she still has strength
To help my little sister
Sisters can live
Sisters will die
Silence is deafening
Smiles are deadly
Your eyes are mine
My fairy will fight
My fairy will fight until she dies
I'll feed my fairy
I'll keep her safe
So she can help
So she can love
Maybe her magic just might work....


...It has
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