She stares at me,
and the blood crawls down her nose,
achingly slow.
I can't stand,
those big brown eyes.
I swing my fist,
and throw her against the wall.
Her eyelids meet and greet.
That'll teach her.
Next time,
have dinner done at six sweetheart.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
