by donyelle Apr 25, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about death
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. |
by Eden
Very unique poem. I like it a lot. :) |
Short but good. Liked it a lot. 5/5. Take care, Elle x |