I let it be
i let it be
leave elaonor
on the ground
she hates me
while i do my best
i offered her my resting place
but she declines it
like it is a coffin
her birthday ends
but we keep on going
partying is not the word
to describe our deeds
i close the door
now she is left out
i am soft but not sweet
the taste of thoughtless shit
not that of a ice cream cone
but am i cutting myself
for a choice she makes
she wanted to be left alone
but gets angry at me for doing so
i know this is borderline talk
but for me only shame remains
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 08 november 2015 | ||
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