I have not had much experience in writing poetry, I have always sort of looked at it as diary of sorts, as way to keep my thoughts in control... well sorta hehe
What a twisted mind
Sick indeed, the way you pray on the innocent is dastardly
The way you destroyed me with your animosity
Yet people never see, they never see the evil in your eyes
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Fall over gasping
Why was she laughing
The pain was unbareable
The knife looked terrible sticking
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She says I have an attitude
I guess she would know
I learned from the best
Thought she should know
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Last night I dreamt
It was the dream of all dreams
Everything locked up flowed free
Every emotion was there to see
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What will become of me
I may never know, my future
Is as blank as a fresh fallen snow
My life is a mystery no one will ever solve
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