I lost a girl I loved, it threw me into a spiraling depression and the only escape I could find was poetry, please enjoy the fruits of my misery.
She always pushed it,
never died
always preserved
yet often cried
Who was that girl
the one I know
I couldn’t know
There must be more
I just can’t see
But that bit more
hidden away from me
may she rot for all I care
that wretched girl
but to forget her, do I dare?
Yet I can’t remember
Unable paint her
yet burns me in my pit
Let her rot
burned upon a stake
preserve not
Hell fire to rape
Yet this girl
who held so true
someday I’ll admit
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