I’m already thinking, this should not be another sad story
Another dirge, another eulogy of friendship
It shouldn’t make tears, nor bring any fears
And it should be another cross to bear
I’m already writing and there’s still no happy word
No joyous text in a soothing thread
Now thoughts are fading and really
This has just become that sad story
That unwanted dirge and eulogy of friendship
It’s brought tears along with other fears
And yes, another cross to bear
I leave now to think of happier words
To fill these lines with text in a blissful thread.
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