Four- Part 3

Well, what do I have to say. I remembered!
Part 1 here
Part 2 here

I was only four
When he kicked down the door.
Murdered my mother so casually,
And turned to chase after me.
I don’t have an explanation why
He wanted to kill my mother and I.
Because I was only at the childish, naïve age of four.

I wrote this because I found how fun it was to rhyme ‘four’ with ‘door’, and halfway into something, I thought of, ‘I was only four, when he kicked down the door’. So then I expanded it, and voila, poem! (Yay for actually finishing it!)



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❄︎ chloe ❄︎

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