Edgar Allan Poe,
Whom you may know,
Was the best poet of all.
Which you may recall.
His heart could not be fixed,
When Annabel Lee died at age twenty-six.
His death is unknown,
As his life is unshown.
On October seven,
He went to heaven.
At seven o'clock.
And after the funeral,
They went straight to the burial.
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Tears Of Suicide
PoetryThis is my fourth poetry book! :) Sad, depressing, and angry type poems. Also some random poems that don't really fit into my love poems. Please do not leave rude and unnecessary comments. I accept praise and suggestions but not mean comments. If yo...
