Untitled (help me think of one!)
By FallinTears
Crisom lips and frigid breath come bounding through the night. A twig shall crack a rugged shack run away I might. The raven squawks the bunny hops, your mind is in the gutter. Shadows fall rivers call, soft to you they utter. Branches sway wolves bay, calling to the moon. Blood is flowing flesh is showing, you must go soon. Night is falling creatures calling, coming to take you away. Your breath is lax your life shall pass, eyes not to see another day.Help me out. Constructive Criticism. Sorry if my poetry hurts your eyes, I'm not that good! Written October 1st, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 08:04 AM PST 0 • 1
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"Crisom lips and frigid breath come bounding through the night. A twig shall crack a rugged shack run away I might. The raven squawks the bunny hops, your mind is in the gutter. Shadows fall rivers call, soft to you they utter. Branches sway wolves bay, calling to the moon. Blood is flowing flesh is showing, you must go soon. Night is falling creatures calling, coming to take you away. Your breath is lax your life shall pass, eyes not to see another day.Help me out. Constructive Criticism. Sorry if my poetry hurts your eyes, I'm not that good!..."