This is my last crime.
It's the end this time.
This is my last gasp.
It's a pity it went so fast.
This is my last cry.
It's time for my spirit to fly.
This is my last chance.
It's time for my last dance.
This is my last breath.
It's time for the dance of death.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
