Wednesday, January 16, 2002

Wishes

I wish you'd just perish
Rather than taunting my memories
I wouldn't mind if you just drop dead
Somewhere in the middle of the field

Or maybe you'd choke on a bone
While savouring chicken terazone
Or dismissed from university
For failing miserably

You could sail away into horizon
With Mr. Wilson, never to return
Or captured imprisoned
For criminal conviction

I don't really care the means
Of ways you could vanish
As long as you ain't around
To wound this heart continuously.


*Just get the hell out of my life!

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

on behalf of the writer,

Mr. Wilson, please. she meant no hard feeling.

4:38 PM  

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