Abandoned
I give myself condolences
For losing someone I loved
Because the kids are smoking hate
A common, discurteous drug.
I never meant to cut so deep
As to hurt the only one there.
But I find myself hurting anyway
Because no one else will care.
The curve broke and the drum noise galore
Beat so wrongly in my chest
For in these desks
The walls and weight, they all define my fate.
I wait along the shiny dock
Because 17 is just a number
And love is forever.
And I’ll wait forever more
In the rainy downpour
Under an umbrella made of cheap plastic
On the sidewalk with signs of abandonment that read
Death and Death.
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