Like trash, i threw our love away.
Left it to suffer, rot, and decay,
And to win you back, i know not what to say,
For my mistakes i guess i'll have to pay.
All i want is for you to be glad,
I threw that away as soon as i got mad.
I was wrong to do what i did,
Small, but deadly, as like an aphid.
I broke it off,
Left it to die like a cough.
What do i do?
What do i say?
To make you happy,
After i threw our love away.
I don't want to be alone, Amy. I want you to love me again.
-Prosciutto

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Expressions of a poor man
PoetryMy poems of love, hate, despair, happiness, imagination, and other.