This is just an assortment of my completed poems, without editing, and exactly how they come out of my head. Do not expect to find nothing but coal, or nothing but diamonds; it goes both ways. All of these are poems, and a majority are rants, but none the less enjoy the thoughts inside of my head
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Falter (Goodnight)
Looking into a monsters' eyes;
These can't be mine.
A less decorated valentine
That's losing his mind.
When he can't solve it,
Then who makes the profit?
If he can't lock it,
Then who takes his coffin?
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