Monday, August 24, 2015

Poetry

RIP 
To who I used to be
Cover the grave
No more to see

No more sadness 
Or floods of tears
Tired of wasting 
Away my years

So close the casket
Lie me down
My other self
Won't make a sound

No more to say 
To those who hate
To those who hurt,
Judge and berate

Smile on my face
As I live again
I've just decided
You're a true friend.

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