Real Poems
written by Sally Buttercup
These aren't about unicorns and rainbows. We live in a real world, and our writings should reflect it. I will try to add a few pieces every day, and feel free to tell me if you want to add something.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
6
Reads
487
On My Grandmother's Deathbead
Chapter 2
She fasted, she prayed
And called to God for answers
He gave her cancer
And at her funeral
They spoke of mysterious ways
Told me He loved her
Still expected me
On my knees every Sunday
’cause I kissed a girl
But God toyed with the
Whole world, and no one asked him
To confess his sin
And called to God for answers
He gave her cancer
And at her funeral
They spoke of mysterious ways
Told me He loved her
Still expected me
On my knees every Sunday
’cause I kissed a girl
But God toyed with the
Whole world, and no one asked him
To confess his sin
