Crutch Poem by matt hartwell
Crutch
Why weren't you a little bit kinder.
I really wish i hadn't found her.
It started out fun.
I started falling into the abyss of your eyes.
But in the end i really had wished you had missed.
As i fell on my knees in regret you kissed me one last time with provocative lips
The light has Faded.
I am alone in bondage of that final glint in your eyes.
Death is a liar.
Fear of living is a crutch.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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