"My Last (sappy) Love poem" ~Your Huckleberry~

This is my last
sappy love poem,
I felt our love would outlast
everyones outcome.

I know I flow very fast
but I do want it shown,
as I pick up the glass
from the celling you shout out from.

I just needed time,
I just needed money.

But now I confide,
that I walked out on you honey.

Where am I now?
Why do I portray this?
Here I am now,
I want you to just okay this.

Anyways, I feel unhappy,
Violiens will play
as this poem is sappy,
Unto my grave, I will be there clapping,
No more a slave, I'll die there laughing.

I have to now say
that I'm thinking too much,
And if there could come a day
that you would again enjoy my touch...

I would be eager
I would be there,
I would be either
your friend or your dear.

I thank you once more
for the times that we shared,
I crank the volume to emplore
As you think I don't care.

I am still here,
I am still tappy...

Your now in tears,
reading these words so sappy!

.....Take care all!...~YHB~

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