1 May 2012
Roses are red violets are blue, don't leave now, I love you. As you pack your bags and head away from home my lonely mind begins to roam. The memories of all our laughs the times I'd jump into your lap. You'd tuck me into bed at night, whistle, then turn out the light. Mummy at the bottom step all she did was wept and wept we waited and waited for you to come back you promised us you'd call us back. But we didn't see you coming back with hugs and kisses that we had lacked. When you did come back to us it was for a cardboard box.I
Goodbye Poem • Opuss № I