a lame little song, and then a poem called burning building

it was a thursday,
it was raining.
we got married anyways.
dressed in white,
we were wet.
we got married anyways.
we dried off,
beside the fire.
we got married anyways.
but it don't matter.
you got fatter.
we got married anyways.
i got sick,
and couldn't move.
we got married anyways.
i died,
and you remarried.
we got married anyways.

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burning building

on the 30th floor,
when the words fall sloppy-dead,
will you remember any of the words?
will you remember anything i said?

if i climb the stairs,
one step at a time,
will i reach you in time?

on the 30th floor,
you set a small fire,
so i couldn't use the elevator.

i think you thought things through,
but this is not what you should do.
if i can't reach you in time,
i'll be engulfed knowing i tried.

on the 30th floor,
the boards are breaking.
the flames are soaring,
and i am making
another botched attempt
to make things turn out right.

when you jump down,
on the way out,
will you let the world know i tried.