victoria driver Poems
|2.||It Shall Not End||5/6/2011|
|4.||The Lost Ones||5/6/2011|
|6.||I Like To Walk In The Rain||5/6/2011|
|7.||Dearest Of Them All||9/22/2011|
|8.||Daydream- Courtesy Of Jonathon P Barton A Ninja In His Own Time||9/22/2011|
|9.||Love Is Not A Many Splendid Thing||1/12/2012|
|10.||The Perfect Lie||7/3/2012|
Sounds like someone downstairs, creeping through my house,
Tiptoeing up the stairs, quiet as a mouse.
They reach my bedroom door, intend to take my life,
They grip the handle before taking out a knife.
Easing into my abode, they see me in my bed,
They're planning how to kill me, how to stop me dead.
They approach my bedside and hold up the blade,
And plunge it deep into my chest, the slightest bit unswayed.
I wake to see the burglar and the bloody show,
And try to call my father as my heart begins to slow.
They back away and know I'm beat,
But stop when ...