Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2011
Too blunt for metaphors and
double entendres are two-faced.
Please say what you’re trying to
say; don’t hide behind your
clever words, twisting and turning around like vines.
I’ll just come out and say it-
I (h)ate your soul; your pure, pretty soul.
Written by
ccmmaa
1.0k
   Rob, --- and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems