What a sad little story, of a flower that bloomed just to die And in this very void, in this very hole you will find That another childless woman so quietly resides.
Perhaps you have convinced everyone else, but are yet to convince yourself.
So that I can soon honour me
And all that I have become
And all that I am soon to be.
And the L and O and V and E at my feet, won't change it...
six feet deep.
Apologising for the sinful hands I clasp together
I ask Him.
Written by Eli Oko inspired by Petit Biscuit - Oceans.
Another pointless poem just because it's FRIDAY!
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