Poetry

If you steal my poetry, I will track you down and kill you, and then bury you in my ex's backyard (its called a tracker, you dumb ass). OK, hey guys! So, yeah, here's some poetry I've written- but it doesn't sound half as good, cause blogger wouldn't let me keep their original fonts...

her eyes are like beads

lifeless and cold

her face is like porcelain

broken and old

her hair is like flax

moldy yet golden

her dress is like gauze

mossy and broken

her cheeks are pale

lips shining like rubies

she cries through the dark

if only if only

the trees parade

in masquerade

their branches in mid-sway

the creepers creep

and loved ones weep

yet no tears

seep from their eyes

as they are laid

goodbyes are bade

the night no longer night

say goodbye for them

from me

while their faces

bask in blight

(I removed some of them)

Hahaha, I hope you enjoyed my crappy poems. If your in a good mood, consider rating them for me and putting it in the comments. I love knowing what I can improve on...