I let my charms all drop on your table
You pushed them aside without regard
What happened to that nice boy I knew?
He would never have been so mean, never would he have disregarded such a gift!
Who is this prick that turned these charms into sad, laughable relics with no purpose other than to embarress the sender....I hate him.
I can't take them back...wish I could for no other reason than to see that boy again.
But they must stay on your table, collecting dust, possibly a source of some amusement for you.
Wish I could hate you but I still miss the part of you that the charms fell for
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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