If words would let me,
I'll try not to be mean.
Gifted roses are black,
And the sky is dark .
Drained of all emotions,
it only pumps blood.
A knife in my heart,
Trust me, it won't hurt
Than a bullet on my head,
Both would leave me for dead,
Yet, I prefer a knife. ..
atleast, I'd see my life drained out.
Drown To Death
Hellen Mueni
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Poem topics: dark, heart, life, sky, trust, head, prefer, black, gifted, knife, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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