You carried me with your affection
Where have you gone
You didn't mention
He doesn't hold my gaze
Left me alone
In this cruel, tortured place
Oh darling, why have you gone
It's like nothing has been right
And everything is going wrong
I miss you
But you are dead
RIP I'll try to be happy instead
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Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
