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Green eyes, black hearts...
I looked at the poster of the crooked creek. A sort of tug ran through my veins. But my chances were looking bleak. And I thought my efforts, they would be in vain.
Relief came to me in the form of a man. His eyes were greed and his heart was cold. He said “I’ll take you to the ball, dearest Anne” And took me with his fiendish hold.
I’ll tell you a story, That’ll make you scream, A story that’ll make you cry, Because dearest Anne, you see, Never returned, from the boy with the bright green eyes.
We stood at the gates of the Manor of Jack. Our hands entwined and our hearts sure. But when the machine clicked and the lights went black. For dearest Anne, there was no cure.
I’ll tell you a story, That’ll make you scream, A story that’ll make you cry, Because dearest Anne, you see, Never returned, from the boy with the bright green eyes.
You see on that oh so creepy eve, We may never know just what did occur, Her mother, she saw her daughter leave, But return, was never was not where, The boy with the heart as black as night, If you stay away you may be called smart, Because of one thing I’m sure that’s right, Beware of the boy who steals your heart.
Ive never written a proper poem before and i would LOVE your feedback!!!
YouCanNotFindMe · Sat Dec 05, 2009 @ 02:12pm · 0 Comments |
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