my treat
this one is for you, my treat.
admit it, stranger,
your body is rejecting me
your vein is my rope
of demise.
forgetting my past, that is
my one flaw
like you and your anger
excuse me for judging
the book and the cover
this one is for you, my treat
for today, admit it,
you will get better
i will get too
up to the point where
time is the only hanged man
around.
This poem was written by Eliza Simon on Feb 18, 2008.
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