Im sweet as heaven,hot as hell,born to tease,tough...
Pimpett of the winter,pimpen of the season,your...
I'll rewrite it till it's perfect
Even if it has to be reworded...
To dye them red in anguish
To be the bilathe of pity...
Another year of feeling left out
another year of being alone...
Little boy you dream so big
what will you do when you fall...
Even though they started slow,
And you wanted them to get up and go...
They train, they play, they win,
That\'s the Yankees\' cause to grin...
Strike me down…before I stray, your sentinel...
I’ve seen you, a distant gargoyle...
Nobody likes my poems
Everybodys hates them...
Take the cross to the graveyard burn it into...
throw the ashes onto the ground murder your next...
Intro: In researching different types of poetry...
Such Difficulty...