GreenIV
Moderately Cool
Welp, only recently learning there was a poetry thread cause I'm oblivious as all hell, I thought "Hey, I used to do this poetry thing. I was mediocre though.." So, here is my extremely mediocre poem on betrayal:
I strapped my sweater,
Thought it'd be for the better,
He couldn't of lied, right?
Me and him are tied with might,
On this nice cold night.
He was right,
At half past eight,
There was gold here,
It then rolled away,
On this ever so cold night.
I then heard sirens,
I felt as if I had a virus,
When the boys in blue cuffed me,
I then cussed to his name,
On this brutally cold night.
I strapped my sweater,
Thought it'd be for the better,
He couldn't of lied, right?
Me and him are tied with might,
On this nice cold night.
He was right,
At half past eight,
There was gold here,
It then rolled away,
On this ever so cold night.
I then heard sirens,
I felt as if I had a virus,
When the boys in blue cuffed me,
I then cussed to his name,
On this brutally cold night.