push and pull all that upstate bull fight me with your hands before i send you to holy lands the devil, satan, is waiting through the fire you are wading settle this like a man not like your brother, who ran afraid to hit a girl? into a ball i'll make you curl before i give up this fight blood will spill tonight on this backroad path you will feel my wrath your brother made the same mistake and his life, i did take i may be a girl, my hair put up in curls, wearing a sunday dress god, you'll be a mess and once your blood has spilled and my empty heart has filled you'll know that you weren't right and that blood spilled tonight
that sounds like such a strong and.....tomboish poem. i was so amazed by it, the words are really strong. specially the theme. just dont kill anyone..k?
lol...ur too late. i killed the dude in my math class who got an earaser stuck in my hair (long story). jk. thanx, i'm not very good...but i'm gonna submit my poems to get published soon.
