Me, You, and HimA Poem by DanielleA poemIt started with a formal greeting, Turned into a romantic meeting. You told me it was fun and games, Nothing more, that it'd be the same.
Next thing we knew he was knocking on our door, Yelling for you: wanting more. We opened the door, seeing him there, Standing in the rain, soaking wet hair.
He shoved us past, and walked right in. He told us to shut up, he'd always win. He took out a gun and pointed it at you The gun fired, and I didn't know what to do. © 2008 DanielleReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 7, 2008 AuthorDanielleGay Castle, CanadaAboutDanielle isn't my real name, It's an alias I use. My age is between 1 to 1000, and my hair color could be anything from brown to magenta (Wouldn't that be kind of Stupid?). I could be 6 feet tall, or .. more..Writing
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