Love Can B Broken

by miranda miller   Apr 7, 2009


Grab your jacket just go,
Six more seconds and ima blow

Grab your hair and rip it out,
Ill show you what my minds about

Murder, it always seems to creep,
Blood, always knee deep

Cant get the thoughts out of my head,
They even tuck me into bed

Mothers, fathers,
Sons, and daughters

None are safe from my notorious spree
This was not how this was suppose to be

He gutted her, left her crying,
Left her bloodied and dying

Chained her and hit her senseless,
He doesn't understand she was done with this

With a knife, he slits her throat,
It was all in the note she wrote

She lived to see another day,
Hatchet in hand, she says the one thing she loves to say

"I love you" her sigh,
"But today is the day you die"

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  • 6 years ago

    by Poet Keen

    I like the way U rhyme ...