mortality
I feel a pain somewhere,
deep inside my mortal frame.
My body is a canvas.
You are an artist.
Paint a portrait if you wish.
I'm just an image,
constantly in the spotlight.
Reason upon reason;
Always believing in you.
Anguish and suffering,
have fallen upon,
my very first lover.
The undertaker is covering
over my past.
shovel by shovel.
I want more than anything;
one more kiss;
one last hug.
I want for you to have,
peace within your soul.
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