HauntedA Poem by Rob FunkHauntedSo haunted, This is not what I wanted, My family, They don't even know me, So yeah, Go be all you can be, I'm sure I will find you after, Hanging from a tree, I too shall flee, We are better off dead, Such a sweet bullet to my head. © 2013 Rob Funk |
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1 Review Added on July 15, 2013 Last Updated on July 15, 2013 AuthorRob FunkUnited States, PAAboutMostly I write to Heal, however futile the effort proves. more..Writing
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