The last poem I will write for you
Feels like when I slammed my fingers
In the car door
When I was a kid
But alas here it is
So as not to propel
My own delusion
But alas here it is
So as not to push
You into exclusion
The last poem I'll write for you
Should be simple
With succinct finality
Like the sound of a car door slammed
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A/N:
I'm so glad I have outgrown the age of catching my fingers in the car door, now hopefully, i have outgrown the age of getting my heart all diced up as well.
Back when this poem was relevant it was definitely good therapy.
What did you think?
Cheers,
-DarthPadre
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