Twisted Cross
By Kei lynn
There at the back of the cemetary, is a black twisted cross, Fading slowly at the minds, And hurting from the loss, The name was written like fire, Across a danty rose, But on it is poision ivy, around a water hose, The person who had died there, Some say was a goth, But that has never bothered me, I didn't give it a thought, But you know that Twisted Cross, That sit way in the back, The blackness when you touch it, Makes my heart feel black, So now I visit the soul, Who had a burnt black heart, Hopefully I shall not see, The finish before th start. Written February 4th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 02:29 AM PST, Melinda Hatfield 18 • 0 • 13
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