Heres a poem I made:
WHAT IS THIS?
What is this?
Tears fall but im not sad,
No happiness, im not glad.
So confuzing it is,
Like my brain is soda fiz.
What is this?
My heart pound but im not scard,
No fangs nor teeth nor claws are bared.
It hurts so painfully,
Like knifes at my skin readily.
What is this?
My face flames yet im not shy,
No fealing like a fly.
I wish the cold would come twinkling,
But it wont when he stares unblinking.
What is this?
My chest and body aches,
No muscles yet quake.
My soul rips at seems,
White eyes from darkness geem.
What is this?
What are these fealings?
Bells ring in my ears crying out,
Yet all I hear it seems,
is. . .
LOVE ME
I know its not one of my better ones but oh well.
+ The Official 'Got Goth?' Guild +
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