The Dumb Show
The Dumb Show
By:Alexis Arellano
Death is the thing I think of most,
For some reason I hold it so close,
It is like holding a rose,
Once you start to repose,
Then it snows,
The wind blows,
And the gasoline shows.
As the flames start to grow,
There goes the mistletoe,
It starts to glow,
I guess love is just a dumb show.
This poem is about:
Our world