Indulge Me

My turn to write some awful poetry:


So, you've seen inside my head, my mind.

Indulge me, then. What did you find?

Tell me: how could we be so blind,

forget ourselves and be unkind?

I know, somewhere along I left you behind,

but is there really a need to remind

you that you once were my friend?

Our thoughts and feelings; entwined.

Somehow the two of us combined

made me feel confined

and then I'm inclined

to be resigned.

Now, lets see how this will unwind.

The End

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