It feels a bit empty,
the cage called heart ...
I need to have something to fill in
Come and end it all,
you american soldier
Ride the army jets,
shed some blood
I don't mind,
I don't care,
If it's you who ends this life of mine.
My Unnoteworthy Skills (Limerick)
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I’m not skilled at detecting “wine notes,”Be they cedar, vanilla, or oats.I
will NEVER know whetherA wine tastes like leather…But I DO know which wines
get...
1 day ago
2 comments:
I really want to criticize you. Can I, if I cant find a fault? This is pefect.
You dont care about my comments in other poems, this one surpasses the 'WHO' which was my favourite.
I care about EVERY comment.
Thank you!
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