I don't own the Powerpuff girls.
First Poem is called 'Ruff Killing'
100 bodies lay on the ground,
The killers are gone,
No where to be found,
Blood splattered everywhere,
On the walls and the floor,
But the killers you see,
They only want more.
You see them you run,
You can't get away,
You trip and you fall,
There's nothing to say,
A scream,
A song,
They all end the same,
Written, conducted,
By someone insane.
Your body joins the rest,
101,
You can tell by their eyes,
They will never be done.
This is called, 'Won't Save'
Blood red meets pink,
A spectacular view,
You look at his eyes,
What else can you do,
There are things you should do,
Arrest him they say,
But you don't want too,
You won't save this day,
This day won't need saving,
You'll spend it with him,
He holds out his hand,
As the sun starts to dim,
Now they say run,
You shake your head 'no,'
You hold on to his hand,
"Where will we go?"
He looks at you deeply,
He says, "just, where ever,"
You find it romantic,
Hold on to him tighter,
You and him,
Leave for the sky,
You don't look back once,
You never said 'bye.'
this one is called 'Cute and Sweet.'
Cute and Sweet,
That's all that they say,
What would they think,
If they saw you this way,
Covered in blood,
From your head to your toes,
Don't remember what happened,
You just want to go home,
He sees you though,
Gets in your path,
He stops you and says,
"What are you daft?"
You smile and say,
"This blood is not mine."
He smirks and says,
"I know, I saw them 9,"
He refers to the dead,
Now on the floor,
They worked in a meth lab,
In the back of the store,
Remember you do,
You wish you could not,
They raped you they did,
You wish you forgot,
You fall to your knees,
In complete utter shame,
He comes to your aid,
"Sh, little dame"
He comforts you,
Says "It'll be alright"
You want to believe,
You hold on to him tight,
The sun starts to rise,
You don't want to go,
You look in his eyes,
And you tell him so,
You kiss his neck,
He kisses your lips,
You open your mouth,
He opens his,
Cute and Sweet
That's what they say,
But they'd change their minds,
If they saw you this way.
This one is called, 'Don't Understand'
His eyes are the green,
You love and adore,
You watch them roll back,
As he hits the floor,
He bounces right back,
Punches you too,
That's what you know,
That's all that you do,
These feelings you have,
You can't understand,
You just want…a hug?
It makes you so mad,
You go for a punch,
But he grabs your wrist,
You're pulled to him close,
He gives you a kiss,
You stay there with him,
For a second or two,
He looks in your eyes,
"I think I love you,"
You stare at him blankly,
What do you say,
How is it he makes you,
Feel such a way,
"I love you too,
At least I think so,"
His look is seductive,
"I know a place we could go,"
You are the tough ones,
But the first ones to say,
'Only you can make me feel this way.'
So, what do you think? I like Poetry, i'll probably add alot to this, Give me suggestions to write about! it can be one word!