A Poem For My Dying Angel |
I just found your letter
telling me you were gone
even though you have left me
my love will go on
you talk of your life
mixed with hate and a blade
now selfish, alone
you took what we made
together we trusted
and considered ourselves
to be one and only
as your letter it tells
but as for me
I'm not far behind
with this blade in my hand
and this poem I've signed
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