Poem 005 - The 'UN' Rhyme
Her hair tied up in a bun, She carries away my son! Just one night of harmless fun, Life is over before it begun. My sadness, it weighs a tonne! My eyes blinded by the sun. My misdeeds they do shun. I pull the trigger of the gun. Won't see when he turns one. I can't do this, I'm way to young! Over now, before its begun! Written January 9th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 03:19 PM PST 10 • 0
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