Lyf Burns

Rookie (Unimportant / Belarus, Maine)

Counterfeit Treasure - Poem by Lyf Burns

A silent,
Somber
Goodbye.

You held onto me
Until
The Last
Second.

But you still
Let
Go.

I loved you,
You hate me.
Hate is
Your dowry.

This gift you gave me.
See this blade?
It's deadly!


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 20, 2012



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