The Train Ride to My Funeral
No, it's fine, carry on
My self esteem? Non existent
Don't worry about it
I'm not hurting
I'm glad I please you
I'm glad you're finally laughing
Please, don't go
I absolutely love your company
I'd hate to see you alone
Whats MY name?
Insignificant, my friend
My death certificate was burnt
I'll see you round
Perhaps my comfort zone
Will surround me next time
I won't be as hesitant
To raise my head
And rear my human.
Poet: Bianca McCowat
read: 2599 times Rating: Date: 19 April, 2008
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