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Gradualy decaying
Marble white
With two eyeholes
So my blood can pour out
While I cry at my loss
And while you crucify me
To your cross
I'll whisper how much
I long for your return
Just don't judge me
For the choices I made
Just don't hate me
For who I am
And I promise
I'll stop taking the dose
Don't just stay here
While I cry on your shoulder
Don't pretend you ache with me
I rather just see you smile
And make you free
My life was defined
By the choices I made
My life was ruined
By the loss I sustained
As I'm laying awake in the fade
Author's Notes/Comments:
wow, that's heavy.
wow, that's heavy.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "