Poems from jennithorofasgard
When a murderer walks free,
Are you still proud to be an American?
And when an innocent teen is killed,
Why does the killer walk free?
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Where are you at two in the morning?
Are you lying in your bed, dreaming,
Or still awake, fighting demons?
It seems that every night they...
She breathes into me
Like a gentle wind
On a hot summers day.
She feeds me all I need
And gives me all I like.
Filled with such a beauty,
I...