Poems from derekdewosky
Johnny was a walking pill,
All to better his sad will.
White and bitter,
A mean critter,
Till his pills came to a still.
Large, mystical, and unpredictable,
He guided us through the night.
He saw us enter the alley
That led us to shivering from fright.
He...
Here to remind him of his past
She stares him in the eye,
Glaring, for years, it seems to last.
On his arms, by a sleeve she’s masked;...