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yosph
Near Death Experiences


She strokes the keys
Plucks the strings
While keeping the melody
My beat is going way too fast
She belts her chords to the max
My heart bursts silently
No one knows her love has killed me

The line on the machine is flat
No trickle of hope
Someone call the priest
My last rites I should have at the least
The docs trying to figure the cause
They just don't know
She's above the law

Her skin silky smooth
How her lips fit my lips groove
Her eyes melted my soul
I was a goner from the start
Place a yr after mart
And you'd know I was sacrificed
Due to the beliefs of my heart

On my way to Heaven
Playing my harp to their hymn
Wings extended; halo above my head
Still I'm not sailing happily
I need her kiss to satisfy my necessities
Otherwise my afterlife is dead
And they'll be no completion for me

Through the gates made of pearl
Standing under the shade of a tree
Is my girl, my sweet lady, True Beauty
Towards me she glides
Still hasn't lost her step of grace
Beneath my chest, as we embrace
I feel a slight beat, a slight rhythm

Suddenly I gasp for air
Taking in a deep breath
Here I go again
Ever since the day we first met
I've been having such moments
I believe some may call them
Experiences that are near death

¥☼MOI☼¥  22 Dec 08







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