The End of LoveA Poem by Tari FalassionWhen you die, what will your last words be?I knew it was my time to go. For the angels came to watch my show. I danced for my best, But now it's time to rest. My death has come very slow.
The words that they say in my ear, They make me want to cry out in fear. For I didn't expect, Those last words to correct. And now I shall know they don't care.
Those words fall like stones on my heart. They will not stop once they start. And now when I die, I'll do nothing but cry. Cause you said, "I never loved you Wal-Mart." © 2012 Tari FalassionAuthor's Note
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