I have made a deed,
That I now should bleed.
The blood that crawls like wine,
The mud I roll like swine.
A building of 600 times,
Maybe I could act like I'm a mime.
A gun pointed to my head,
A few words I should've said.
I should bleed,
I have a deed.
All my hate grows like weed,
Maybe of course I should bleed.
I have made a lead into the fall.
I could grow the speed of my roll.
No one will look,
No one will care.
I have took,
What's unfair.
YOU ARE READING
FEELINGS
PoetryPoetry is a form of writing to express your feelings. And feelings help you express your sentiments. Sentiments come out by hormones. And by hormones we have genetics. By genetics we are alive And when we are alive we can write poetry.
