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Wish’s Curse
This is a story indeed tragic
About two Lovers and their relationship
Many years of a crumbling partnership
Of friends fleeting sponsorship
She Began to disbelieve love's magic
Though he continued to try
To keep their love from becoming a lie
Pushing too hard making her cry
One day in a heated argument
He asked what she wished for as she sat on the bed
Her answer was “Don’t you see I wish you were dead.
I wish I never ever had to see you again”
“If that is what you wish”, responding to her resentment
He left their home slamming the door
To be out of view forever more
So she could be happy, forget or ignore
Getting in his car he pondered how to disappear
How he could leave her and grant her request
Never wanting to be considered a pest
Let her live on and be her best
Pulling over, he parked his car with misery
Climbing out of his vehicle he began to cry and sniffle
Opening his trunk, he removed his rifle
With a squeeze of the trigger his cries would stifle
His body rests on the side of the road
His face removed by the force of the blow
To be found only after his blood ceased its flow
His x received a call of sorrow and woe
He left his hearts desire with a heavy load
Knowing her wish had forever come true
That she had wished for something she’d meant to
Now her words and his actions will never undo
About two Lovers and their relationship
Many years of a crumbling partnership
Of friends fleeting sponsorship
She Began to disbelieve love's magic
Though he continued to try
To keep their love from becoming a lie
Pushing too hard making her cry
One day in a heated argument
He asked what she wished for as she sat on the bed
Her answer was “Don’t you see I wish you were dead.
I wish I never ever had to see you again”
“If that is what you wish”, responding to her resentment
He left their home slamming the door
To be out of view forever more
So she could be happy, forget or ignore
Getting in his car he pondered how to disappear
How he could leave her and grant her request
Never wanting to be considered a pest
Let her live on and be her best
Pulling over, he parked his car with misery
Climbing out of his vehicle he began to cry and sniffle
Opening his trunk, he removed his rifle
With a squeeze of the trigger his cries would stifle
His body rests on the side of the road
His face removed by the force of the blow
To be found only after his blood ceased its flow
His x received a call of sorrow and woe
He left his hearts desire with a heavy load
Knowing her wish had forever come true
That she had wished for something she’d meant to
Now her words and his actions will never undo
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