The End
The love I had for you is all now gone
I killed it off with a silver shotgun
It's guts lie drying out in the sun
It is over and we are done.
It simply got too painful to keep on caring
My heart was broken and needed sparing
From further rotten rips and tearing
The need for burial had become all too glaring
So I killed it dead
Shot it in the head
Between the eyes in the forehead
And I left it as it bled
I went to the funeral and threw some dirt
Shed the final tears until it no longer hurt
Then marked the occasion with white wine and Schubert
Danced around the kitchen in my nightshirt
So now it is done, we are totally through
This heart will simply no longer desire you
Or wish that you would finally love me too
This freedom my dear, is long overdue.
Petra Creffield 2005
© 2005 Petra Creffield
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