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2014-05-20 00:00:00 +0000 |
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Breakfast Blue Pt. 2 | poetry |
Oh, my good friend, I didn't mean to leave. It wasn't your fault, so no longer grieve! If I could, I would run back to your side. But, alas, a lack of legs slows my stride.
It's been over a year since I've last seen Your serious face and Chartwell's cuisine. Often I think this is for the better 'Til I shed tears as I read your letter.
Fake tears, that is, for I also lack eyes. In fact, let me unveil my disguise: I'm an object lacking animation, Given life through personification.
What words can I say to help you move on And accept the fact that I am now gone? Know that I too will miss your sweet lovin' For I'll always be your chocolate muffin.