HeartlessA Poem by Wyrn TigerYou're so very late to a date with fate. Standing on ice to thin you see him standing there with a hammer and his Cheshire grin. you drop down this rabbit hole falling with no control To a world that keeps growing sadder. Late for tea with the mad hatter. Don’t be afraid, take a sip, one drop will make your heart stop. This queen of hearts is heartless her soul molded from darkness. To you she points “off with your head.” and let the river run red. You knew your fate, Knew what was at stake. Not only your head but your heart will she take. So Tonight six feet under join the mock turtle in his deep slumber. © 2019 Wyrn TigerReviews
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Added on March 26, 2019Last Updated on April 15, 2019 AuthorWyrn Tigerbangor, IrelandAboutI spend my time reading and wrighting and will review more..Writing
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