RebelWriteRantRhyme
"I gave her my heart and she gave me a pen..."
Tuesday, September 01, 2009
Howl At The Blood Moon.
I set my top-hat down
on your
bed.
I walk into the room
with a grin made
of bullets.
Heretofore, I was your
enemy;
henceforth,
I am your friend.
Now the lead
is buried.
I let robins
in your
bedroom.
I break your mirror.
Love,
Digress.
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