You said I miss you.
You hung in my head.
Missed me beside you in your empty bed
In front of my eyes like a carrot.
With love he teased.
She teased too.

Now he’s deceased.
Totally dead.
Probably not.
For forgot.
So sorry,
But he is not.

Truly sadly madly dead.
Can’t make his spirit leave my head.
Hits me between my eyes.
Smarting flirting.
He lies and dies.

In my hell.
You are not dead.
In my heaven.
You’d still be there.
You scratched my surface with your wit.
You my love.
The drunken twit.

By ladylivvi1


© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)

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