Yup. I write craptastic poetry. Read on the hear the suckage. It has no title. sweatdrop Wrote it while feverish, exhausted, and bored. Whoo!
You softly cry.
As I ask why,
You shed your tears
As I tread near.
You whirl and I see your eyes
As you shed your tears of red,
Softly we tread.
We stand on the brink of madness
and turn our backs on destruction.
Edited the poem. Removed these two middle stanzas.
A game of tag we play,
As you hide on the brink.
You bring me closer
as I realize your tears are not falling.
Softly you cry, "They did this!"
And point into the darkness.
As I realize the look on your face
Means not madness.
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