DripA Poem by Beatrice MarsGoing to torture you.
Drip Drop Drip Going to torture you.
'Cause you're bad
(Red hot)
Drop (And I'm mean) Drop ( Stubs out
His cigarette
Drip And I burn
(Red hot)
Drop Drip Look around
(Into your eyes)
Drip
Mr Bubbles,
Is this really the road
You want to go down?
Drip
Drip
Drop
(Running from you ('re)
Dastard)
Drop
Imagine what you'd be
doing RIGHT NOW.
(Going out side
'Cause it's
Cold in here.
Feel the
(Drip)
Wind
On your face.)
REMEMBER WHERE YOU ARE (?)
She can't
See your
Stains
No more.
Drop Drop.
All She (I) Knows
Is that
She (I)
Needs
You (r
Drop
Drop
Drips)
So
Stub(s) out
And I burn.
(Red Hot)
Fighting with my
Drip
Drip
Drops
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2 Reviews Added on May 12, 2009 Last Updated on July 11, 2009 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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