"scheele" poems
I don’t need yo' ********* light
I can take care of that on my own
All I need is a candle and a wick
Keep that bulb **** outta my home
I don’t need no x-ray vision,
and I say that with gumption
***** you Scheele, I’ll stick with steel
So you know what? **** Tungsten
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
Poison comes in many shapes and sizes.
From the deep red berries of nightshade
To the bright green of Scheele's green.
Its been used by us to **** and to heal.
But there's one poison that more painful than all.
Choosing to **** you slowly.
This is the poison of a broken heart.
It eats away at you of what you could have been.
Never truly leaving
Always lingering.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 4:23 PM UTC