Poppet
I’ve been here waiting for your breath to come.
Still, I would have move and forget the ruin,
By then you’d say I’m just a fool and Idiot to some.
Please, I already beg the Great land of the Bruin,
To receive this transmission from a far,
Neglect not this for it’s my soul you mock.
My poppet I beg and bleed for this to par,
Will you now take my empathy and unlock?
Touch the layer that breaks so you can see,
My depth is that you toyed and ache.
Search my soul for it holds an empty sea.
Lay your hand on me and take.
Whatever you say or do I miss.
The trace of you left behind I tart.
No matter how dark or painful I search in this Abyss,
I will never leave you my poppet for we will never be apart.
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