Over

by Cassandra King   Jun 19, 2007


I Burr you in the backyard of my heart
there you'll lye,
there you'll die,
my mind will die.
My memories of you lived to dry put me in the chair for you the death angels shall watch me fry.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Cassandra King

    Thank you so much for your comments and sugestion I really appreciate it :)

  • 18 years ago

    by Momentary Relapse

    ...The rhyming seems forced. It seems that you're trying a little too hard to make it all rhyme at the end with the 'I'-sound. Interesting write but that last line:
    'My memories of you lived to dry put me in the chair for you the death angels shall watch me fry.'
    seems like it should be broken up to fit the rest of this one. Just my thought.
    ~Faith-less

  • 18 years ago

    by Baby Rainbow

    Thats good, would have liked to read more xx