Now Sammy,
I asked you if you're okay
Don't say that you're just fine
And don't lie straight to my face
.
Now Dean,
When will you ever learn?
Stop with your endless pretending
We could see through your scorn
.
Now boys,
Why don't you just speak the truth?
You know what they say to liars
Liar, liar, Mom on fire.
~*~
(a/n. IM SO SORRY BUT I HAD TO)
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
ŞiirSupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
