The tin man

the tin man

dear love or dear lost friend,

the architect of my fondest days

i regret to say, I am rusting away

And have but little time left to spent.

soon i will stand changed and forsaken

for my soul, the rust has already taken

my arms,my legs it's eaten hollow

and i fear my heart is soon to follow.

I am no longer as I was, before 

the seasons of wind and rain

and any attempt to restore

me would allas be in vain.

but for you, my love ,i collected the few

shattered pieces of my corroding soul.

to wright this simple request to you 

before the rust consumes me whole;

remember me as i was in your fondest memory

never with my name adress the monster I am to be

or believe him to be me in any way or sense

and think of me as dead when this letter ends

yours truelly for the last time, The Tin Man.

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[samuel foxtrot]

Please even if you critizise each word, I would still apriciate the feedback