He's in your head.
While lying in bed.
Just tears to shed.
Over him being dead.
Thinking.
About him winking.
At that little blond head of yours.
He's on your side.
You have to reside.
Without suicide.
You just have to divide.
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Poetrybe careful reading, this is real serious poems of things that actually happened to me, maybe some are exaggerated for effect on readers, please enjoy and this is a TRIGGER WARNING
