Never-Ending Story
I ripped out all the pages to my Never-ending Story.
Guess it’s not so never-ending after all, huh?
I’ve set the book aflame like the memories
I sent off long ago.
I tore the cover, I broke the binding.
I hope you enjoyed my gifts, here’s one more to add
To your collection,
The bullet I shot at your head that missed,
The axe you stole from my shed,
The baseball bat that never made it.
Add my burnt up story to your collection,
Store it with my heart that you keep locked up in a golden casket
Buried forever and ever underneath your bed,
Yours always and forever.
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