Her
• Written by Anonymous
My days are sad,
Like a soldier,
Lost in baghdad,
I wish it were that bad,
Instead its a neglected heart,
A misused part, of a bigger start,
The boyfriend that made mistakes,
Who tried to re-write those days,
In the end his heart aches,
The girlfriend that wants no part of him,
A greedy, jealous, abusive cardigan,
She wears it but trades it in for a better trim,
It was all because of him,
He who wrote the poem and compared himself to a cardigan,
The one that ended it on a whim,
He who loved her till the very end.
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