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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Little Blue Bird of rain. Rain, rain go away Little Blue Bird of Rain, needs to shine again In her version the sun dried, up all her tears Leaving hurtful rain inside the bird Destructive past sudden cheers Waking up to empty words When abandoned by her peers Just not knowing what had just occurred Drowning herself in a life of Jane Doe. Never know who she really is When all she loves hanging her lowest moment The rain brought out Mary-Jane. As the bird lost its glow. The rain tricked her once to use Cocaine. As her feathers met that one Joe. He broke her wing and brought more Rain. Very young, very sweet. Living her life in the fast lane. Hard for her to stand on her feet. Balanced her life on one leg, like the crane. Curtains hang over her wings. While she let no one near her domain. While she flies through the heavy rain. She finds her comfort with a pen. Using the lords name in vain. Cursing all her backstabbing friends With no one around to explain? All the sorrow left her on a railroad track. Ending up like the runaway train. Only she can get her life back. If for myself I ever felt pain? I felt more pain at what she wrote about. In my face on my left side Your poetry comes to life in my head. Visions of her wanting to be dead. Oh! How I wish this life she did not dread. You hide the tears you shed so well. A life with balls you cut the chains. You diss, Your parents to go to hell. Little Blue Bird of Rain, don't let them fools drive you insane. Little Blue Bird of Rain. If a sparrow could show you, There is more to life than pain. Under the umbrella, the sparrow would cover you. No one wants to see her colors drain. What a world to master her feathers into art. The gift of words runs through her vein The paintings on her wall. A dream of a bad seed of grain. One day our Little Blue Bird will stand tall. To free herself from all the Rain. To: Rain aka- Joy Loveless Our sweet 16-year-old P.D. 1-1-10
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