Goodbye...
Jordan Border
18 Sep, 2014 04:12 AMtwo, three, four, here I sit on the floor You laugh and walk away Not knowing today's the day That I leave you all in dust And take the knife lined with rust I start out thin and go so slow Tonight the blood will stain the snow And I'll leave all to face the sun Now tomorrow your sins will weigh a ton goodnight cruel life Out of my hand now slips the knife
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Post a Comment17 Mar, 2015 09:54 PM
Omg I love the poem^^
12 Apr, 2015 06:59 PM
I'm loving the way ths poem speaks to me