Ok, this came from a prompt from Butterflies of Beauty. It WOULD have been a John poem, but instead you get this. Enjoy!
I own nothing
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The moon
It watches
It waits
Silver orb
Hanging in the sky
Patient
And still I hope
I dream
Of redemption
It's hooking me in
I'm losing control
Losing myself
I'm asking
Begging
Pleading
For you to free
Me and my soul
And I know
That killing me
Will also kill you
But please
Just shoot
If silver moon is life
Then silver bullet is death.
And I welcome it
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OK, just so people know, I'm giving myself no more than 10 minutes per poem, so these are all spontaneous and off the top of my head. Which is why some are terrible and badly written. I kinda like this one though.
An easy one to guess. I think anyway.
