Look on the flick-knife,
Draining out my strife,
Why must it be so cold?
Why cant she be his?
Why does he miss?
Why must you be so cold?
Gouging out my spleen,
Show me the blade-gleam,
Why did your words cut so clean?
Along the cut-lines,
Doing our pastimes,
Show me the vial and cordline.
Destroy them as time goes
Destroy then, all my hope
Now why is there a rope-
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Poems I made
PoesiaThe poems I make up both in the bathroom and during school/study time (oh god the first few are the worst)[This is mostly for me to keep track of my poetry progress and how many poems I've made]
