If it wasn't for that time during spring,
That time you hurt yourself with a knife,
And you refused my little healing thing,
You would surely still be alive.
Remember how I tried to kill your depression,
One summertime, when you complained you missed the rains,
You had set my thoughts in presumption,
That come next season you'll forget the pains.
Have you forgotten, the time of frost,
You went into the woods and heard a coyote howl,
If not for my strange liver, you'll have been toast,
Uughh, your forgetfulness makes me scowl.
Away with me! How ungrateful! After everything!
No more thoughts about you,
You make me... *chuckles*I can't forget our little thing,
*sighs* Everything about us was so cool.
Please don't forget to star it!
YOU ARE READING
AND SHE LOST TOUCH
Poesíatrying to fathom the mystery before her, slipping gradually, mind seeping into illusions, body into hysteria and she 'switched off'...for eternity.
