"illistrator" poems
if i die...can i decide where to go...
this gurl put a knife in mii hand
for me to hold...and i see..tht this..girl
looks exacly like me...where i am..
is so cold...every where i go..this
girl shows...in through the door..
i go..it close..uhmm yea and this
gurl everyone knows...to me
she keeps holding on...dark glass
all around..but i can still see my image...
so ig this girl i believe is me...murder in the
1 degree...in this book i see....the author is
this girl and the illistrator is meeeee.....
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC