A/N
Before you start. I would like to apologize for my absence. I've been on a short break from wattpad because I had to focus on other more personal problems (juicy deets on my other book "Well Sh*t" [shamelessly promotes myself]).
I've realized how bad that last poem was. The cringe attacks became too much so I deleted it. I've been desperately trying to find motivation of any sort to write but it's been very hard.
Thanks for being patient and I hope you enjoy this poem more than that piece of crap I put out earlier.
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She was my fountain of youth,
elixir of life,
the coffee to my Monday mornings,
and my warm tea at night.
So when she left,
my mornings dragged on longer,
my nights became sleepless.
And I became a hollow shell with
nothing of value,
a worthless puppet without it's puppeteer.
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