Suicide Notes and Butterfly Kisses
My room dark and mysterious as the next,Contains something peculiar, and unlike the rest,
Hidden in a drawer lies a piece to the puzzle,
One that's misfortune it carries inside.
That forsaken thing lies there, never to be opened,
But by a fair lady, I once so loved,
To her lays the secret, I so long kept,
Not telling a mortal soul, in fear of prejudice.
But to her I allow her knowledge,
Not to hurt her, but to save her.
It shall be hard for her to hear,
But it must be told.
It lies there in the last drawer,
Wrapped in ribbon and sealed with a kiss.
By the time she reveals it,
Ill be gone,
just another memory fading away,
Like the last......
Copyright© 2013 Mason Farmer
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