Clouds poetry

G u e s s ? Can you guess

A damped white towel sits on his bin

Wet from rains piss it reeks quit much

Label guess?-

Guess of what exactly, who steels the left over

Cookies in the fridge?

Why dose she builds steels around her heart?

Like someone in a prison

That's easy because she sees how people can break

You and how the world can not only mend you but

Crush you like finish soda cans no longer contain

the Good sweet ness of diabetic liquid inside

Good woman is capable of destruction villains

Are seated somewhere locked in that prison too

Waiting for the bomb to tick and the chemicals to

Mix resulting a explosion in the lab *boom* fire

Crackers, everyone goes flying like bag of potato

Chips how lovely here's the thing to don't mess with

A good woman or anyone in that matter you'll drive

Yourself to your grave.

"I guess one, am I right 10 points for me!"

-ashes poetry