Twinkle twinkle little knife,
I'll pick you up and make this slice.
Up above the world I'll cry,
Take a step off this ledge and die.
Twinkle twinkle little blade,
It's time to end this masquerade.
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.
