Srry if this isnt the best poem it was the first poem i ever made in the 6th grade
Assassin
Knife in hand he lurks around
He finds his victim covers the ground
Eyes flashing knife shinning bright
Who will it cut through tonight?
In the shadows he creeps
A visit from him is no treat
Will you see light after that?
It is not likely and that is a fact
“Run run” he calls out
“But I will find you without a doubt”
I am the best in the world
He does not smile his lips only curls
He cries out you look back
A knife is sticking in his back
You walk back and look at the body
Knife sticking out shirt all soggy
He thought himself the best in the world
The assassin holds up another knife his lips curl
That is an assassin my friends
He makes it through all the obstacles. He plans your ends
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Lies
PoetryWell hey people! yeah i decided to write again (just couldn't resist!) well this is actually gunna be a collection of poems that realate to bith my life and some of the lifes of my closest freinds. umm so yeah hope u liiikkkkeee!
