HerA Poem by mockingbird8
She is going to kill me someday.
She knows the truth, So why does she keep doing this? She begged me to tell. I fought with her over and over again. Then I caved in, and now she knows. Maybe she is lying to me. Would she tell? No. He still does not know. If he knew, I'd know. But he does not. This girl will be the death of me. She has to go away. If only I should be so lucky. © 2012 mockingbird8 |
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Added on March 14, 2012 Last Updated on March 14, 2012 Author
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