please, use me,
please, my friend,
please, use me,
till the very end.
all the way up now,
don't leave a drop,
take all I can give,
never try to stop.
don't leave me anything
For once, I beg of you
finish me off
and discard me when your through.
like you always do.
my friends, my friends,
you have left me to rot,
to set where i am,
without a second thought.
I’ll see you from the behind,
and still once your through,
ill be restrained back here,
just to watch over you.
move on without me,
but forget me not,
for i'll regain what i had,
but retain this small knot,
for the lesson you've taught.
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Written May 2nd, 2005
A contest entry
- Poetic Geniuses only....best of the best by Kasheera.
400 points, ended June 24, 2005, 32 entries
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This was really good i am glad that the people i actually call freinds are not like that i would die without them great job it was really great very sad keep it up and thanks for entering my contest
