Write Brained Poetry (@WriteBrainedJR)
The Collected Poetry of Jon Richard
Poetry Archive
Short Prose Archive
Thursday, June 5, 2014
Number Five
You just refuse to do things right.
Eyes are meant to take in light,
But if instead, they could take life,
I'd be a murderer tonight.
We both know looks can kill.
I doubt I wanted that, but still
It will be hours more until
I take my medicine and chill.
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