ToxicLuv234

Pull out your notebook, Quickly write it down. The teacher will not notice, When you copy it on your desk. The day of the test is tommorrow, You sit fidgeting in your seat. You'll pass and you know it, But THEY won't know you've cheat. Four days scince the test, And no one's heard a peep. All waiting in wonder, Exep that silent creep. Finnaly the results come, And most parents are none too pleased. But the parents of the quiet boy, Now have no anxietys. Four years later now, And the quiet boy's still quiet. The doctory think it may be guit, That's locked him in his silence.

As darkness fades to light and a angel is born, A deamon mirrors it's mothers affections, By showerinig it in scorn. As the angel grows, she will pray, That the devil who cused her birth, Will learn to love One Day. When the angels mother dies, and she cries upon her grave, The deamon will look down on her, And that will The Day.

A riddle is a fiddle Played on someone clevers tounge, It's enters through the ears And exits through the lungs. The first time that  you hear it You'll  know the answer straight away, Think twice and it will escape Off the sane path you'll never stray.