by Austin Janeway

Created on: October 31, 2009

Salty tears snake down your cheeks

Hailing, haphazardly down to Earth.

I was here for you in times of struggle,

And in times of mirth.

Every single fumble,

And every single joy,

I have been there for you,

Your little wind up toy.

But that is over now;

I am no longer a soiled rag.

I have my own life now I chuckle

As I pack my canvas bag.

Goodbye my darling, goodbye my sweet,

No you have done nothing wrong;

You were merely looking for,

A shoulder to cry on.

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