4/13/09

untitled poem

This is how my English worksheet looks.

My ___-'s ____

The __blood__ on your __throne__
Could make a __good man cry__;
But I _stood_ _by_ like __stone__:
Such _sympathy__ was not _yet mine.

We _danced_ until the _year's end
_Sang_ from the _infested__ _skies_
My _laughing, br oken friend
Could not see through my lies.

The _truth_ that held my __life__
Was shackled on one to his own;
At _once_ ____ you they ed fell for strife
My right ear And all ears heared a _their_ groan

You _yanked_ _me_ on off my _feet_
With a palm caked hard by _mud_,
Then _sent_ed me off to _grieve_
Still _laughing to your __love_.

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