I lived for fear of mockingbirds but let them form my face
But soon had trouble finding them as apathy took place.
So I held my kittens to my heart as the keyless locks rained.
I soon found it easier to paint smiles with my chains.
I took his heart and cleansed the dirt and rid it of the mud.
I saved him so that the jail walls will flow on in his blood.
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A/N: Can be somewhat sung to Yankee Doodle.
I'm skilled at killing moods.
(Yankee Doodle went to town
Riding on a pony...)
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PoesíaAnarchy. A swirl of topics: emotions, allusions to history, social issues... And somewhere in the maelstrom comes forth rhymes and prose. Note: If you can't be bothered to read all the poems (quite understandably), I've starred the better ones.
