KillxThexCowboy Writing

A poem for Mom

A dream that I had once, so special I had to put into words

Not sure if this is about mom or cowboy

This one's for Mom

A poem to Tim, mom's boyfriend

Compartment 114
Compartment 114

The Shadow On My Shoulder
There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death...

Dreams of him are painful torture

A poem about judging before you know.

About my cowboy

The reasons up until two years ago, I refused to answer to anything but Skipper.

A classic poem about how friends grow apart.