Loving a lonely loser
Is like living a lie
Letting my love light up a life
Is like luring a lamb to death
Loitering around al he loss
Is like learning to live a lazy life
A life where I lie and lose everything
Losing at life as i love a lonely lost lie
Learning to live this lie
As I lose at leaving the lies
Pressured to lie as I live
But learning to live a lie
Leaving my soul to leisure around
Yet I live a lonesome life
Learning a lovely lullaby
But it’s actually a blood lie
Letters can leave my lips
But my thoughts stay living forever
Each line of this poem leaves my lazy face
Measure this tilted lever
My lips are dry now
Like a lingual librarian
This poem has come to an end as i write
The Last Lovely Letter.
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