His MurdererA Poem by Nish Nish the FishThis has nothing to do with my life..which is weird cus it ususally does. i jus kinda thought it up..and voila?Each time he looked longingly into her eyes, Hoping for smiles, trusting her style. She glared at him in despise, unraveled her angelic disquise, and developed his cries. From every touch of his nervous hands, to the look of his akward stance, he tried, he put forth his persevering efforts, begging for another chance. "Dance!" she shouted, as if she had him under a trance. She showered him with her fake romance, and then brought him down with her poisonous glance. Her fingers were crossed, during every kiss they shared, that he thought was real. and during every hug they embraced, that with all his heart, he would truly feel. But day by day, his happiness she would peel, and his glory she would steal, and his pride she would kill. But he would just keep climbing, determined that she was the one. Until she kicked him off, and buried him with hate, and left him forgotten. © 2009 Nish Nish the FishReviews
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Added on April 29, 2009AuthorNish Nish the FishKansas City, KSAboutI feel this deserves an update..seeing as i'm no longer 16 ;) Well, of course i still love writing poetry, I'm actually in a poetry class right now! It's dandy.. I like the color red, alot. I C.. more..Writing
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