Rewind

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  • Death
    • Mischif
    • Writing some new poems. I'll have them up and ready to pleasure your imaginative minds soon.

    Rewind
    Hands bloody mind clouded
    Im holding his body I hear the sirens coming
    He's choking and coughing uncontrollably
    I hear a voice screaming then i realize it's me
    The smell from the bullet in his body is horrific
    As he lays in my arms i see the cops will have no suspect
    But i know who it is im reminiscing bout our life
    it was bright now a tear drips down my cheek as he dies
    Im lookin for the reason such a disaster has happened
    There must be a twist to this because it dont make sense
    I knew something was wrong i had the chance do save him
    For snitching the kid out it would end on my expense
    Eventually i would have been killed but i dont mind
    He would still be alive if i could only rewind.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Mischif’s Poems (23)

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    Life's Murder 5 07/18/2009
    Passion 11 06/24/2009
    Why Not 1 03/16/2009
    Be Yourself 3 02/16/2009
    Cheat 3 02/15/2009
    Love Is Fake 1 02/15/2009
    Faith 0 02/15/2009
    You Mean 1 02/15/2009
    Ghetto 1 02/15/2009
    Morning 0 02/15/2009
    Rain Memories 0 02/15/2009
    So much to say Too little To late 0 02/15/2009
    My Love 0 02/15/2009
    5 Senses of Us 2 02/15/2009
    Untitled 1 02/15/2009
    Rewind 0 02/15/2009
    Once Again 0 02/15/2009
    After Love 0 02/15/2009
    Truth 2 02/15/2009
    Love 2 02/15/2009
    Everyday 2 02/15/2009
    For Every Raindrop 1 02/15/2009
    Shower Beauty 2 02/15/2009
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