I got a rope and scissors
Tell me now and I'll cut the rope
Rope that holds the bridge
Rope that gives me hope
Tell me know,
Or I might take it down
I'm holding it now
Say it now, I'll take a bow
I'm always waiting
Words to come out
Words that would make me leave
But you're too cruel to hold it back
H.C
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Melancholia
PuisiShe write melancholic poems for the person who made her feel blue and black at the same time. As she writes her poems she hoped that he would at least give her a one genuine smile. A smile the she wrote a thousand poems about. The smile that she lov...
