i find it funny
how days on end
i would beg,
plead and even scream
on how my life was terrible without
you in it
but that woman was foolish.
she was different and often was weak
she couldn't even hold up a single
feather, due to
the burdens and pain that pushed on her shoulders
oh, how she would curse the stars
of not working on bringing you back to her
and how she would punch the walls with
her fists as she was angry that you
weren't there to calm her
how she looked up at the moon with
her swollen red eyes and think of every
single possibility of how they were close
now she smiles at the memories
and thanks her god above and
whispers into the night
"thank you, for finally staying out
of my life."
-zmh
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the ruins of me
Poetryi love you; said me every time foolishly. if you see any grammer mistakes, please do not hesitate to contact me politely about them! also credit to whoever may have taken the picture of the flowers for my cover, I did edit it a bit but other than...
