She'll Be Dead Before Midnight Poem by Shaun Cronick
She'll Be Dead Before Midnight
Rating: ★5.0
She asks me of my past,
What is it I once did.
I smile and say removals,
Then tells me how I kid.
For if I told the real truth,
Of my tales of death and doom.
She would so quickly disappear,
And the smell of her perfume.
So I keep smooth talking her,
Of her beauty of such delight.
And soon this murderess woman,
She'll be dead before midnight.
Friday, January 24, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: conversation,darkness,man,murder,talking,wickedness,woman
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