This a poem about would you care, bail me out, be my friend, miss me, and more.

If I was gonna run away, would anyone ask me to stay?

If I moved to Tenesse, would anyone start to miss me?

If I left on a plane, would friendship sustain?

If I were to die and go to hell,would anyone be able to tell.

If I were leave with the flow,  would anyone ask where did I go?

If I were to say I want to be dead, would anyone here what I said?

If I got lost through the tall, would anyone give me a call?

If I were to go to jail, would anyone pay my bail?

If I asked if you`r my friend, would anyone say to the end?

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  • FlockOfWolves on Apr 5, 2009

    The Darkest Carbon Stick

    What life is to me;
    When my strikes count three.
    And eyes can’t count me.
    When light is outshined by what others can’t see.
    When rhyming in time spells no helpful things;
    But a self-fulled kid.
    To hell with him.
    As if he’d never kill for,
    Or stand behind his team.
    There ain’t no soldier within.
    No heart, no smarts, no sparks to begin.

    So no sense to be ken.
    Not so bent on the end.
    But just to have them to deffend,
    He pretends to be freind.

    So to my heart, if it’s true.
    To yours if it’s proof.
    Cause I’ve drawn you a picture with all that I do.
    I do wish you would choose to not let me loose,
    With daggers, and arrow tips.
    It snags the dragon sick.

    So to draw a potraite of this time;
    I use the darkest carbon stick.

    steebar1@hotmail.com

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