the woods are lonely, dark,and deep.
the moon in the sky,staring at me
as i rusle through the woods,
running from my fears,
his white,bright tale
his fast free. feet
as i trip on a stick
i start to feel sick
my head twirling
me body swelling
my head bleeding
i stoped
in deep shock
his claws
diged into my spin
as i lay onto the ground
breathing hard
can't feel my heart
his bright blue eyes
gazed into mine
i looked above
and as i close my eyes
i hear his voice saying
"goodbey my love"
and i sudelly relized
that it was time 2 die
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poems that decribe what i was going tro in life, hope you like them =]
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