killers
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the feelings buried deep within
there slowly cutting at the cage there trapped inside
(but so am i)
coming up to the surface
Women die to violence, warranted by their gender
the flashing headlights don't warn her of imminent death
never looking in the backseat, so naive, so tender
car in park, death's arms, a man's arms, steal her breath
Roses are Red
I met you long ago you're smile was a perfect match to your chocolate colored eyes.
You were a fallen angel in my eyes: beautiful and out of reach.
Violets are Blue
