last words
my love does not exceed this world
it pins my memories down
like insects
do not get me wrong,
i wanted this
i really did.
he loves me truly, without knowing why
and why should he?
it is a little selfish
this game of luck
do not get me wrong,
i wanted this
i really did.
my only companion, me,
my only self
do not get me wrong,
i will not have myself
forever, no,
i would not want to
i really would not, no.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Feb 15, 2008.
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