Tuesday, 8 June 2010

A poem

We punish me
So we can't be
Don't you agree?
Wholeheartedly.

Maybe you do
I pray it for you
What is still true
Love makes anew

Cruel to say?
Not in anyway
We can't stay
But you're in here
everyday

Broken promises
Dying wishes
Tell you what this is
I miss us, almost mrs.

What more to add
To the abstract & sad
Well, I am so glad
About the time we had

final word
we were a verb

--
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