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IP:
this is ur first poem, but it's written well, very nice and good concept..... this ya girl fiya..
best lines:
so i hold her tight.. whisper in her ear.. that something just not right..
contemplating suicide.. and if she doesnt leave i will be taking her life...
she said " no this can't be" and thats when i took out that knife..
three thrusts to the breast... their goes.. my future wife...
^really nicely put..^
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