(: MineA Poem by Jane Doefor him(:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue, He was meant for me, Not for you. But if, By chance you take my place, I'll take my fist and, Smash your face. Spit on your grave, When your six feet under, Even in the rain, Ill feel the pain and continue the thunder. Ill do what it takes, To protect him, Because images of him flash through my head, My heart responds by sending love to every limb. © 2012 Jane DoeAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on January 19, 2012 Last Updated on January 19, 2012 AuthorJane DoeFLAboutI miss the way words would flow out on to a page and express my deepest concerns so I have returned. more..Writing
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