cold air
knives
the red car drives...
snow speckles laughing
as the windshield wipers bow
he sings and defends her
from the wicked, wicked
world
her smile, suddenly
grows weak.
he goes to work
wrenching her
with questions
he'll wish he never
asked
pulls from her throat
a black ribbon of secrets
he will probably
hang himself
with.
yeah black ribbon out of her throat is waht got me thats an awesome line and its an awesome poem good one Jonny bro
This IS my style. I love when he pulls the ribbon out her throat. Dark, my man! Just what I love about Jonny! I could write a short story with just this information. Dogg
This is not really my style but I love it. Keep up the good work
Thanks for this poem. I like it Jonny Brackney. congratulation. I invite you to read my poems nd comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
awesome poem. I really like this one...