BathA Poem by What happened to simple old me?
There's a dripping
from the tap, can't you hear it, getting closer? Where if you were to look you'd see. The most delicate of blood. You may say haemoglobin failed, I'd say it didn't stand a chance. She used her lust level too quick, took steps only heading one short way. And in the aftermath one said it might have been nice to have it cleaner; for she whom left quick-flash that night made her obsession only too clear. © 2011 What happened to simple old me? |
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1 Review Added on May 11, 2011 Last Updated on May 11, 2011 AuthorWhat happened to simple old me?United KingdomAbout'Death was just a simple glance across a dim lit room And those eyes did it Those three words did it Those three words killed him And I surrender to it all Between you and me, I surrender to you .. more..Writing
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