the unfairness of a stolen kiss©
Besides dying
all i wanna do is sleep,
so hard trying
with the uncontrollable weep.
Just here lying
and the tears sweep,
i wanna start plying
dirt over me so deep.
Can't breathe anyway
since on my lips his last kiss fell,
any sign of life went astray
put me under final death's spell.
Any night or day
i'll never be well,
but i'm forced to stay
on the grounds of hell!
Copyright© 2012
Too hard to write of bliss in a poem
when he took it with him....
Sally
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