UsedA Poem by xlunalovexThis is what I wrote during math class XDThe crow sitting on my shoulder Shows you that I am the holder Death is near
Keep grasp on that beer Your eyes grow wide As your mom slaps your hide You were always rude Always used I hate you with a passion It's time for a bashin' I am your killer It's time for your thriller I grasp the knife tighter Your faces grow whiter I drop it to the ground Maybe I will just release the hound I rethink the moments I rethink our life What the hell I return to the knife © 2010 xlunalovexAuthor's Note
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Added on July 17, 2010Last Updated on July 17, 2010 AuthorxlunalovexPhilly, PAAboutHey. So about me? I am basically a shy, smart girl. I am in all honor classes which means during the school year I will be on writer's cafe once in a while. I usually write about darkness and rain. Lo.. more..Writing
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