Open up b#! *h and let me in
When the neighbors ask I'm just your friend
I'm not your out of town kin
But once I begin, to begin to befriend
Your loving heart
Maybe then I could see your emotions in a dream about a lullaby
Please O' dear don't cry
When axes fall from the sky
Straight into your thigh
Grin without a cringe and bare it
Take the pain and share it
You O' dear don't have to be a Valentine
You don't have to be mine
Yet, you do have to die
So I bid you goodbye
In leaving you now
I place this kiss upon your brow
And with your final breath, I take my bow
*Composed By Carl P. Morre
*Written By Vincent Dali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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