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by Blade
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Romance/Love · #1718466
A disturbing, yet funny poem I wrote. Nothing I write is serious by the way.. haha.
She sits next to me in English,
I think her name is Claire.
She’s beautiful and friendly,
I’d like to touch her hair.

She lended me her sharpener,
I don’t have one of my own.
Her kindness is incredible!
It makes me want to moan.

I’m jealous of her boyfriend,
He’s such a stupid prick.
His hair looks like Beyonces’
Bet he has a tiny dick

It’s 1 in the morning,
I need to see her face.
Her front door is unlocked tonight.
I sneak into her place.

So tonight I watch her sleeping,
I’m outside her bedroom door.
I listen to her breathing,
I hear her gentle snore.

I walk right up to her bedside,
I feel her breath against my skin.
Moring is arriving now.
Time to leave where I came in.

Next day I see her at lunchtime,
Her skin looks smooth and fair.
I’m watching from a distance now,
She still does not know I’m there.

I need her more than ever now,
I need her to be mine.
The only way I’ll get what I want,
Is to commit an evil crime.

Again, I sneak into her bedroom,
With a knife inside my shoe.
I hide inside her wardrobe.
I know what I will do.

I’m anxiously awaiting,
For this I won’t delay.
Smell of her room, turning me on,
It’s time for me to ‘play’ ;)

Now she enters through her bedroom door,
She’s unaware that I am waiting.
She’s right there ready to be killed,
But I’m still masturbating.

I think she overheard me,
Because she’s caught me in the act.
She turns to scream and run away,
But she trips over her cat.

I take my opportunity,
I grab her by the ear.
I put my hand on top her mouth,
And watch her shed a tear.

I hate to watch my baby cry,
But I need her more than air.
The only way to make her mine,
Is to tie her to a chair.

I pull my knife out of my shoe,
And cut into her thigh,
I taste her blood, it tastes so sweet!
It’s time for her to die.

Her eyes are red from all the tears,
She knows her time has come.
I slide my knife across her throat.
She dies, the job is done.

I’m 43 years old now,
I’m still living with my Claire.
She may be just a skeleton,
But I still have all her hair. :D

End.
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