I painted you a picture, and you smiled
And hung it in your room, and I thought
“that is love.” You gave me silver earrings
And I lost them within minutes, and
I cried and tried to find them, but you
Just said, “that’s ok.” I danced for you
In drifts of snow, and showered you with
Glitter dust, and tried to make you
Smile again, but you remained so cold.
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Apologies for my recent laziness... last post was just crap, and this one is literally an excerpt from a longer poem entitled "This Would Be the Best Breakup Note Ever" that was just too ridiculously long and awful to post. This was the only good section in it, seeing as the whole thing was entirely theoretical and abstract.
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