Take a cough drop
I want to be sore
Don't you dare stop
Until you get to the core
Spit it out
Wait it out
Make me shout
I really doubt
I cleaned my plate
Half the food left
It's getting late
I should get some rest
Lay me down
To bed
I will frown
My head
It aches
Got shakes
I've only enough breath
To share one
Shyla after my death
You'll have won
It doesn't make sense
But it will
I'm just too dense
For the kill
Can you promise
To be
The last face
That I see
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts and Stuff
HumorIdk, things I think and want to write. No one will like it but eh.
