I Loved Poetry, But Couldn’t Study It

A cry from my heart

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Oh my curse, today I give you up

Farewell in the long journey you will have

Keep me in your whispers just like I did

Never forget that you were loved

You were spoken, you were written

But you were despised more

For worldly treasures you don’t bear

And so I bury you today; in ashes and mud you go away

Promise to meet me in my next life

One in which I carry gold

And so that I may carry you with the proudness you deserve

Oh my gift, today I give you up.