Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Look what you made me do

Look what you made me do.
With a wreath in my hand, I stand near you.
Your body a shadow of your former self,
Your eyes closed, you could just be sleeping.
You look like a very ill person on his way to recovery. Maybe ?
But we knew it was hopeless all along, dint we ?
Even though you insisted otherwise, I knew.
Look where we are now,
Me standing near your coffin, thinking about all your pleas to not do it.
Look what you made me do.

6 comments:

  1. :O this person conked off their lowe? So sad!

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  2. Ah...now I know what I was missing during my self proclaimed haitus from blogging...

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  3. Ah nice....just shows what I'd been missing during my self imposed hiatus

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