This poem is just something extremely weird, and it came out looking like this, because my only goal was rhyme not message of the poem.
It was silence, which killed my heart.
It was murder, which took my mom.
It was money, which made me poor.
It was burglar, who stole my shoes.
But then came joy, which made me smile.
And then came momma, she called me Kyle.
And then left fear, I came brave again.
And single thought, I shall remain.
It was murder, which took my mom.
It was money, which made me poor.
It was burglar, who stole my shoes.
But then came joy, which made me smile.
And then came momma, she called me Kyle.
And then left fear, I came brave again.
And single thought, I shall remain.