I've been dreading this day
a long time.
It's the day you get older,
but you're still the same to me.
You haven't changed the slightest
to me,
you're still the miserable piece
of slime you were the day I met you.
It kills me to still remember this day,
even though you've been gone a long time.
You should be dreading this day too.
Who knows how many loads you'll take
today.
YOU ARE READING
Sleep My Love: Poetry
PoesíaA collection of poetry by yours truly. I also write my poems into song form and if you like them, ill write more.
