A cut here
A cut there
Why stop now
They're hardly even there (yes I rhymed there with there IM A POET)
One more
Two more
Three more
Four
Oh no look
There's blood on the floor
It's too late now
There's too many to count
The love of a father
Can't save his own daughter
IM A POET OKAY
~Gianna Marie~
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My Poetry
PoetrySome "poetry" I write. Don't expect them to be great or actually sound like poems. I don't expect anyone to read this, either. I write based on my emotions and desires and experiences, just so you know.
