Death has just rang the gong,
for your life to end,
so I will write you this song.
Your heart has stopped,
but your love lives on.
Your arms no longer move,
but your writing is not gone.
Your legs are frozen,
but you still run to me in kind.
In my mind.
In my mind.
YOU ARE READING
CLUCK NO
PoetryA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
