by AlyssaBrook Oct 20, 2007
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
There was once a little girl named Ace. She was different. She cried herself to sleep. She was sad all her life. One day she met a boy. Ace loved him. He said he loved her. Ace gave him her glass heart. He was too careless. He broke it. Ace has no heart left. She is different. She cries herself to sleep. |