No more talk of suicide, No more talk of death. Only talk of my love for thee, And the love that is soon to cometh. I regret all my past actions, Save the ones to get you back. I regret all my horrible wrongs, Not knowing before what a punch they pack. I have now felt all the terrible feelings, And have just one thing to say. That when we get back together, You will never again feel that way.
Reason for writing:
I know what you're thinking.......COMETH? WHO THE HELL SAYS COMETH? Well, I did, so there. And you have to read my other poems to get the reasons for all of them, because she is the same reason for the poem you see before you.
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