Once upon a time, a long time ago, I saw you smile at me.
I thought to myself “That’s quite a nice smile, she’d look nice horizontally”.

I picked you up and took you home and poured us both a drink.
You drank yours down and then passed out…I poured mine in the sink.

I kept you safe and tied up tight and loved you every day.
I guess you loved me too but you were gagged and couldn’t say.

It’s been a few weeks since I loved you last, it’s time that I moved on.
I thought we would be together forever but that special feeling is gone.

I’m sorry it has to end this way; I mean it, that’s not a lie
And I’m sorry that you, just like our love, have to wither and die.

Goodbye.


M. PotPie