My Red Wing
My Red from the boold that I sheed
They use to shine like end of the day
There full soo much oain
Sometime I hate my red wings
They hurt me bad
My Red Wings
Never going to shine white like they use to
Hurting in side and out
No one to take the pain away
Just help me and My Red Wings
7th grade
(Sissy Boo Own)
poem by LilMsz. ToGood
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