You WinA Poem by silver threaded queen
tears make slow paths
down your cheeks on your knee's hold on tight count to three just stay with me slowly you put your hands up with the gun tightly grasped tears drip off you have no choice you pull the trigger he falls towards you slowly drifting falling to the ground you drop it and land on top of him he grasps on to you for dear life in out in out he breaths then stops you win © 2010 silver threaded queen |
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2 Reviews Added on October 2, 2010 Last Updated on October 2, 2010 Authorsilver threaded queenOHAbouthey my name is jenny, i love hiking, earl grey, reading, and writing, I'm an extremely depressed human with a twisted mind.... everyone on here means the world to me and has helped me through some rea.. more..Writing
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