Hey recently when I've got bored I've written poems. This one is a post fall John.
A smiley face upon the wall,
A skull sat upon the fireplace,
So many books I see no reason to read,
My life has lost meaning without you, you see.
I sit in my chair and think of you,
Wondering would you have just gone on
if it was me who had took that fall
I tell myself no but sometimes I think yes.
Please come back Sherlock for I fear
If you don’t I will die here
Sure Mycroft comes and pays my rent
But when it comes to Holmes you’re the best
Molly, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson to
Tried their best and now their through
They now see me for what I am
Just a broken man in a chair.
I hope you don't hate me now!!!!!
A smiley face upon the wall,
A skull sat upon the fireplace,
So many books I see no reason to read,
My life has lost meaning without you, you see.
I sit in my chair and think of you,
Wondering would you have just gone on
if it was me who had took that fall
I tell myself no but sometimes I think yes.
Please come back Sherlock for I fear
If you don’t I will die here
Sure Mycroft comes and pays my rent
But when it comes to Holmes you’re the best
Molly, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson to
Tried their best and now their through
They now see me for what I am
Just a broken man in a chair.
I hope you don't hate me now!!!!!
