Forty 8 curses

And with twitching, jittery hands i wrote these words to her.

Not a star will fall that i wont wish on.
Not a lash will be lost if not blown from my finger.
Never a tear will drop unless for joy.
Never a heart broken over a Man, Boy or Toy.

It was the last i wrote her. A message, a warning, definitely not a love song. My creative words, my dying pen, the last sheet of paper. Scribbled in my best cursive. Curses. Id mail it in the morning if id yet to have had sleep with in the past forty eight hours. Blast. Light a smoke, one last before bed. Should put me to rest. A bowl of food, an hour online, three sitcoms and im back at my desk. Square one.

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Five years you'll be missing,
Ill still be a sinner.
You've got so much going on,
I am not a winner.
You made my inhibitions disappear,
You've been my wish come true,
Thank the heavens for failings stars and you.