FEARING IT

by donyelle   Apr 25, 2005


DEATH LOOKS ME IN THE FACE BUT TELLING HIM I WANT FEAR I WAIT FOR DEATH BUT HE DOES THINK TO COME NEAR. PEOPLE ALWAYS CALL ME WERID THATS ONLY BECASUE THEY FEAR I SIT AND CRY AND WISH HE WOULD FINALLY COME BUT HE DOESN'T COME NEAR DEATH WILL FINALLY COME BUT I WILL NOT FEAR.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Eden

    Very unique poem. I like it a lot. :)

    Eden

  • 19 years ago

    by [She.Falls.Asleep]

    Short but good. Liked it a lot. 5/5. Take care, Elle x