For Her

I dig her grave,

Sweat upon my brow,

Day in and day out,

A constant thrusting of my shovel,

Digging away her life,

It makes her happy,

Bringing a grim smile to her face,

Men ask why I dig for her,

Why I tire myself for her demise,

I always reply somberly,

and with a frown upon my face,

"Because she asked it of me."

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Author's Note

This one was really simple and short but I like it personally.