What is love?
I've never been concerned with this question before,
not until Johnny, I'm sure.
He popped up one day,
And then my senses decided not to stay.
Because, obviously, Johnny had me hooked.
and when first admitting this, I, of course, was spooked.
Me,
the only girl in this town who swore to never fall for the cunning acts of a man,
now look where I stand.
Not only dead,
but also going back on what I said.
Now living through memories and rhymes,
and going back through my crimes.
Well, not crimes, but my mistakes.
because I didn't have what it takes.
I never really did.
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Dead Girl's Memoir
PoetryA man of his word, he seemed to be, if you had met him, I'm sure you'd agree. He'd strut through the room with his head held high, he'd smile at pretty ladies and simply just try. But trying was unnecessary with his looks, He was like the men from m...
