by Rick Jun 6, 2006
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
Who knew he had the right way out, who figured a toe could trigger a barrel of resentment, a blast for decades to last, a phantom on the fields, thats exactly what it was, a shadow in the fog, a hole in the light, a sillouette on a calm bloody eve, who knew she gave him the quick way out, dear love your to clever for your own good, tricked into smelling like teen spirit, dead, like you planned, like love planned, so she could escape from his.... |
by Hologram
The previous comment says it all. |