Poems from franciskristiand
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
For years and years we...
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
For years and years we...
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
For years and years we...
Being the oldest of three gave me the unspoken job
To be their guardian angel and hold them when they sob
For years and years we...
A glistening crown placed on the top of her head
Her lioness quality sleeps soundly in a bed
She speaks her mind so outspoken her kind is...