Posted June 12, 201114 yr A locked door, A rusty razor, A towel stained in red. A folded note, a broken mirror, and a young girl lays there dead. Their emotions tangled, The room begins to swirl. She was mommy's little angel, and daddy's little girl...
June 16, 201114 yr this is very nice, though you should work on the flow of the poem as it seems all over the place. other than that, i like it, especially the last few lines.
A locked door,
A rusty razor,
A towel stained in red.
A folded note,
a broken mirror,
and a young girl lays there dead.
Their emotions tangled,
The room begins to swirl.
She was mommy's little angel,
and daddy's little girl...