A Farewell to Charms
Please wish me well before I go
Before I do you gotta know
The one thing that I never said
I hope and pray you wake up dead
At last the truth I have to tell
You made my life a living hell
I knew the end was coming fast
Each day with you worse than the last
Your attitude and crooked smile
No gratitude just filth and bile
I dread the day you came nearer
Your sour face could crack a mirror
A cold dry touch that makes me twitch
And the temperament of a witch
But no sense getting up in arms
Just time to say farewell to charms
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2023
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