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Sep 17 · 23
The Aftermath
WaterSheep Sep 17
The shot you fired,
Left a hole.
As you grin,
Ear to ear,
You felt better.
Whilst I continue to bleed.
I placed your importance above my own.
To the point of it being self destructive.
Aug 13 · 74
WaterSheep Aug 13
Delicate purple hued.
Was never my favourite,
Until you pointed out,
It was yours.
I breathe,
In its calming scent.
With euphoric,
Thoughts in mind.
When did it start?
This addiction.
Now - feeling drowsy,
Enough to make me sleep.
I close my eyes,
Greeted by the sweetest dream,

Of you.
I felt like writing this after remembering an old conversation with a certain fellow. It was nice.
Jul 30 · 590
WaterSheep Jul 30
Its raining.
Vivid flow of sorrow.

It rained too.
On that day,
Those spider lilies,
Outgrew you.

Every downpour,
Is a requiem.
Singing your name.
Sleep well darling.
Jul 29 · 140
WaterSheep Jul 29
You took your gun,
Out and point it at me,
If that makes you happy,
Just shoot me.
Endless arguments between us that never seem to be able to reach a conclusion, you were never pleased, Unless.
Jul 5 · 980
WaterSheep Jul 5
I was a fool.
A fool that believed,
And on your stage,
I acted my part flawlessly,
The way you wanted me to be.

— The End —