When the clock strike at 3.00 am,
Get yourself a glass of red wine,
Get your sword, ink it.
Bear in mind the heartache,
Fight throughout the pages.
Let the writer in you win,
Let her die in your poem.
Create your own time line,
Where you aren't ripped off.
©sarcasticbong
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 6:46 PM UTC
When the clock strike at 3.00 am,
Get yourself a glass of red wine,
Get your sword, ink it.
Bear in mind the heartache,
Fight throughout the pages.
Let the writer in you win,
Let her die in your poem.
Create your own time line,
Where you aren't ripped off.
©sarcasticbong
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