By Arcassin Burnham
AB:Wasn't sure how you would take it when I said i
Didn't need ya,
OK: I cried myself to sleep, my pillow wet with tears deep,
You left me broken, now I'm choking,
AB: young , wild , and free like the day of dawn or from
What I can gather , that's how you felt,
OK: So glad you're free , I was you bird just let me be , just
The end of what it was because....
AB: I'm a mess in disguise with a burden so big that you
need a microscope to see the how empty I am inside like the
Rot of an apple in your hands as it does when you make poor
Decisions in beautiful virtues, it always comes back to haunt
Something OK: Called love has destroyed my soul,
I'm fighting to beat it,
makes no sense at all,
your core is so rotten the worms doth feast and they've got pangs of hunger, refuse to retreat,
AB: We'll Make it through this, I know we can as life
Could have many feats.
©abpoetry2017
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