That vampiric sexual encounter of her dead like lover...
Who's on top?
Most likely he is floating way above her...
Does this affair of the bleeding heart to all seem to appeal?
Is this imaginary or is it real? ...
Or does this really seem so surreal?
This affair is beginning to feel like it bites...
Will he be around or leave and stay gone for many deserted nights?
Does this new found lover have many flights of fancy? ..
Look as the blood trickles down her thigh.
It leaves a trail behind that resenbles an icesickle trickle...
Look how love is so damned fickle.
Look what she's done...
She's gotten herself into another pickle.
That does not sound too fun...
She shouldda just ran away as run.
This is absolute unliving proof that love really can bite...
We all here at the hotel of love have to tell you that
you don't know if the lady is a tramp.
But no one actually knew that he as the new boyfriend was a Vamp...
That's this tale you scally wagg scamp!
THE END!
Try not to be so sht in your next piece there M J G ! lol....a TENse piece ''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''fjr
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well another well expressed verse of rhyme..........