Is there anyone else to love?
Not even the fluttering wings of a dove
All there is left is numbness
This The Lord left my life a mess
Now i find less beauty in this so call life
The only one to kiss me is Mr.Knife
Now there is one thing left
To dance and get married to death
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Poetry Of Life
PoetryThese are tru life pomes that I HAVE WRITTEN MYSELF. Please do not copy these i like to keep these original.
