There was once a time
I hated the thought of death
I wanted to live long till the end of time
But now it's a different story
I constantly wish for death
To blow like the wind in my direction
Carry me in the air
and lay me down in a coffin
Barry me six feet under
_Tao
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Emotions In Word's
Poetrywords better written than said. Emotions better written than shown. Art better written than painted. poems better written than spoken. Not very one has a voice to speak up so we write instead. Rose's are red violets are blue if you are a Poet or poe...
