You Should Have Run

A poem about wicked ways.

You Should Have Run

I’ll kill you with my cutting tongue,

I’ll make you wish from a ceiling your

Neck was hung.

 

I’ll run through all of your money,

Like it was water pouring down my

Throat and seeping deep into my lungs.

 

You’ll wish your last song

Had been sung,

When I’m finished with you

And down has gone the sun.

 

For the world spins around me

And my wicked ways,

That’s the way it’s always spun.

 

Don’t you wish you would

Have run when you saw

Me coming your way,

Back when you were young?

Reviews

[alesuriko]

Interesting to read, not sure I like the color it was written it but that's your poetic judgement. And it is funny that you wrote a dark piece in a bright yellow color, so I do find it contrasting in a good way. The flow is off a few times while you're reading it. The wording you chose sometimes disrupts the flow for a moment, but it's nothing serious, just minor things that caught me due to grammar. I found it slightly mild on the dark side though, rather tame and not insane in the slightest. It is a wonderful threat for someone who is in the right side of their mind though, entertaining to read for sure.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You weave such smooth words about such destructive love... the lines rolls off the tongue and the words punch you in the gut.

[Wicahpi]

Whoa, wicked ways indeed.
Hey, I know a few women like this! lol

To me, fun write!!