meggan o reilly (27-03-1995 / dublin)
At last my time has come,
To drop my head and begin to run,
Running away from the one thing I once loved,
Now she holds no warmth in me, just cold blood.
Her smile she gestured toward me when I was born,
Would be in the future never again worn,
The kind words she used to speak in my ears,
Now there is transformation, viscous words lead to painful tears.
She made it quite clear that her love for me has faded away,
Even though my life in front of her sadly began to decay.
Eighteen years spent in her life,
Thinking I have endured much misery now that I have the right to take the knife?
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