A B C D E F G
My Daddy really
Wants to kill me.
H I J K
L M N O P
Please God,
Jesus, Mary, Angels,
Fly down now
Save me!
This is my final plea...
Q R S
Daddy aren't we blessed?
Apple pie, picket fence?
And your dirty hands in need of rinse.
T U V
Valentine,
That's my name
Should I remind?
Or are you just blind?
W X Y & Z
This is the end.
Barrel of a rifle
My sobs
Silenced, stifled.
Hey, Todd,
You are a enormous fraud.
This is my big, epic
FUCK YOU.
hmm after a long long time.. there is shana back for writing poems.. well done..its sweet song type poem with rich rhythm.. and melodious... thanks you are ok and back... miss your words sure..