Just to die would be a bliss
I cannot take much more of this
Licks and Kisses from the sweetest blade
Bury me in the darkest glade
Forget me there, just let me rot
Do not mark me, forget the spot
Seal me in with tar and tack
Don't say the words to bring me back
But etch MY words inside your head
I'm happy now that I am dead
Not very good, I know. In fact, it is the worst poem I have wrote in a while.
I wrote this after finding out my ex-fiance cheated on me.
AnABellaSi~box of sharp objects
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