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most are pleased
having words dedicated to them I'm fairly certain you would not be pleased I see you all too clearly brother it is as if someone turned off the sun and made you the center of the universe instead I think you'd wish me dead I'm the odds on favorite You know the score what are the odds what is the pointspread to wishing me dead... I know I have been gone or at least missing for nearly as long as I have been alive the problem then is seeing you all too clearly I'd rather not see you nearly this well the spit and polish of you melted away the veneers between us worn thin portending an expanding emptiness the eventual super nova darkness and then decay you regale in how you believe I never knew you well I almost wish I never knew you too at least the person you've become I will concur I don't have to be demure to say I'm not one wit like you best to declare our irreconciable differences that is what the difference is between us you so ready to give up me the ghost and all her memories the truth is a songbird singing far off and flown away and you are tuneless no song of love for me today or any other day your heart no longer hears mine beating like bad weather I cannot wish you and your clouds away like part of my past and blood I can not exsanguinate you* legal copyright for this poem/work 12:41pm July 3 2018/time date stamped and also for this writer Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World *when something is exsanguinated...the blood is removed... completely drained...when it comes to ties of blood; however, the blood is much more difficult to remove Vote for this poem |
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