Slipping past trees,
along a well worn path..
The smell of copper is strong,
in the breeze that blows past..
Wearing my Easter best,
as I drag you along behind..
The trails a bit bumpy,
but you no longer mind..
You played one to many games,
cracked my heart to many times..
But I have reached my limit,
the next heart to crack
won't be mine..
- C. Pantoja
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Creepy Poems
Horror1st. Book in my "Creepy Poems" series. I hope you enjoy it ☠ I do read all comments, and appreciate knowing which ones are your favorites
