JustLaugh

Well this seems like a good poem....and obviously people here know how it is, and though this doesn't need to be repeated I'll do it anyway for kicks and giggles. ...

Limp. Breathless. and Lifeless. Pulled through a field, like a toddler with a blanket. Uncared for and beaten Bruises cover her body. The shovel slams, into the dirt he lowers ...

Yeah what she not very good at poetry but i love to read it, and i like yours alot. Especially for it being a first attempt....