Title: Voodoo child and Pin head boy
by fen from Lancashire | in writing, poetry
Voodoo child,
Loved Pin head boy,
He made her happy,
He gave her joy,
Then one day,
Pin head boy said,
'I do not love you'
The words of dread.
With this thought,
She could not hide
Her only thought,
Was suicide,
She picked up a pin,
Stabbed it into her heart,
Her life drained out,
She had played her part,
She killed herself,
Oh what a sin,
But he fealt bad,
He was the pin!
again, sum little sketches of the figures
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