My Name Is Death (born on: 7 march 1988 - died on: soon)
Story Of Love Eroding
The messages that I wrote her,
were so impotent
that I could almost laugh now.
Unable to keep her
from leaping into another's bed
I began to stray my heart in poems
as I felt it cold, to be alone in the world
where everybody but me, seemed to grasp their dreams with so much ease.
I am still here within my poems,
trying to erode those old memories of her.
And who knows
at who's door her little shoes
are sleeping tonight.
So here it is,
the glorious story
of my last seven months
written in too many words I feel,
because it's wasteful, to spill that much ink,
for something that is nothing.
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