TW- {Death}
Why don't you go chop off my head,
And leave me for dead.
Slice at my limbs,
Pull my hair, that you will soon enough trim.
Don't bother pleading for mercy,
This was all your choice, you see.
If my poems have no meaning,
Then why is it my name; that you're screaming?
Now, go on, it's your time to shine;
Life is an adventure, as you watch me die.
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OLIVER'S SMALL COLLECTION OF POEMS!
PoetryThere's no really way of me saying of what's going to be in here, because when I write; I'm very unpredictable. But I can ensure you that I'll write with deep concepts in mind. Rue can write in here if they like, this book ISN'T just for me. (I wan...
