My last thoughts of you
was of our first kiss.
Our romantic tree,
it was sweet honey bliss.
How dare you show
me your love, your beauty
You stayed with
her, said it was
your duty.
She'll never love
you the way
that I did.
I too could
have given
you a kid.
You did not want me
and neither did I.
I said a prayer
and looked at the sky.
Under the tree,
I pulled out the blade.
I ended my pain
No longer betrayed.
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