Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Poetry

Poison, poison
Don't you see it in your glass?
Poison, poison,
As you walk from class to class
Red alert, red alert
The knives are cutting deep
Deep blue tears from yellow eyes,
Please don't listen to that creep
He'll twist his words to hurt us
Make you stay away from me,
But only because I know the truth,
The truth to set you free.

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