A Goodbye Molded by Hate
If there was a poem for every I love you of yours
That weighed more than I'll see you later
Poetry wouldn't exist
And that's why I cry, not your absence
So, by the time I drudge up the energy for goodbye
I digress, I'm done wasting time
p.s. I'll never let poetry die...
Copyright © Roses Roses | Year Posted 2024
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