wasted life

you kiss my bleeding lips and place your arms around my waist
a loving move perhaps, but still it speaks of too much haste
for you are not, nor will you be, the one that I adore
should you hold my broken corpse from now forever more
I love you as I loved myself, a truth that you should hold
a wasted life, a wasted love… but pockets full of gold

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  1. damommza

     /  March 25, 2014

    I think this is absolutely excellent. *claps*

    • Thank you 😀 It came to me in a moment of inspiration 😀 I had to expand the title though, as it appears I have used both “waste” and “wasted” before 😀

  2. damommza

     /  March 25, 2014

    Well, I would have suggested “worsted” but that’s because I knit. *snerk*

  3. damommza

     /  March 25, 2014

    Hahaha! I need to teach you to knit!


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