Rewind

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  • Death
    • Mischif
    • Writing some new poems. I'll have them up and ready to pleasure your imaginative minds soon.

    Rewind

    Hands bloody mind clouded
    Im holding his body I hear the sirens coming
    He's choking and coughing uncontrollably
    I hear a voice screaming then i realize it's me
    The smell from the bullet in his body is horrific
    As he lays in my arms i see the cops will have no suspect
    But i know who it is im reminiscing bout our life
    it was bright now a tear drips down my cheek as he dies
    Im lookin for the reason such a disaster has happened
    There must be a twist to this because it dont make sense
    I knew something was wrong i had the chance do save him
    For snitching the kid out it would end on my expense
    Eventually i would have been killed but i dont mind
    He would still be alive if i could only rewind.

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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    Mischif’s Poems (23)

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    Life's Murder 5
    Passion 11
    Why Not 1
    Be Yourself 3
    Cheat 3
    Love Is Fake 1
    Faith 0
    You Mean 1
    Ghetto 1
    Morning 0
    Rain Memories 0
    So much to say Too little To late 0
    My Love 0
    5 Senses of Us 2
    Untitled 1
    Rewind 0
    Once Again 0
    After Love 0
    Truth 2
    Love 2
    Everyday 2
    For Every Raindrop 1
    Shower Beauty 2