Dave

by WithoutASoul   Jul 12, 2006


Undenable crave,
To hold at a wake.
This unfortunate grave,
with the drawing of a snake.

The man who life is wasted,
Has died a horrible death.
His blood he has tasted,
From his body his soul has left.

A massive grave,
Of an unfortunate Dave!

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  • 18 years ago

    by EmilyAnn

    Im just returning the favor :] :] :]
    i love ur poems too! there awsome

  • 18 years ago

    by Christie

    Great poem, i like it. =) powerful yet short. keep writing, u have such potential, 5/5
    xxx

  • 18 years ago

    by Midnight Sun

    Do you think you could tell me what 'drawing of a snake' meant. Thanks...and I do really like it.
    ~Jules

  • 18 years ago

    by Tanya

    Nice poem hun keep it up xxxxxxxxx

  • 18 years ago

    by deeplydesturbed

    Igiv it 5/5 like all ur othr poems..... i luv them all an thnx 4 keepin ur promise that u wuld hav sum...

    deeply*

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