Fetus Flytrap Poem by O. C. Woods
Fetus Flytrap
WARSHIPS ARE DEAD TEARS DROPPED ON SEA
'THESE ARE'NT MINE', 'EVERY-WRITTEN-COMPOSITION IS A REFLECTION OF' ME LOVE FOR YOU
SCREAM TRUE FRIEND, TROUGH THE EVERLASTING PURPLE EVENING TEA
I WON'T MIND WRITE IT FOR YOU, AND THE DOUBLE STAR IS DEARLY MISSED
'LIKE THE LIVING MISS THE DEAD', WHO IS MISSING YOU?
OVERWHELMING NOSTALGIA ON ME MOURNING BREAD, SOUNDTRACK OF A LIFETIME SPENT WOUNDED
THE PAW IS BLEEDING BUT WON'T EVER FALTER PLEAD
NOW TIME FLOWS ON PENDLE ROAD, IT IS DEAD.
O.O.W*
01-06-2010 21.55
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 9:48:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is poetry. This poem is SCREAMING something...I'm not sure what it is...death of a loved one I think. Either way it is extremely stirring.