I am not offended
To how we ended,
You so walked out
As we had a bout,
I was in the blame
For being insane,
I tried in suicide
So you took a ride.
But now I am well
With feeling swell,
I'm not a bitter-pill
With how I was ill.
Please come back
To put me on track.
Copyright Andrew Stevenson 28/07/2024
Thank you. Love love, Andrew.
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