Just by looking at someone,
You can't tell what they're thinking.
As you ride the bus home, or the tram to work,
Someone beside you might be plotting to die.
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
short, sharp and shiny, just like the knife
Just by looking at someone,
You can't tell what they're thinking.
As you ride the bus home, or the tram to work,
Someone beside you might be plotting to die.
