I can't be with you.
I can't see another love rot away slowly dying in my arms.
I fear death, but still, I surround myself with it.
I know I can't keep running, I'll just have to take a short break.
Will you be my one stop vacation?
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Originally, it wasn't a poem. I wrote it to put in a chapter in my rewritten book called My Beginning & The End: Where The Road Led. It didn't fit, and I ended up "killing" the character that was suppost to say it. Ops... it would have been pretty cute and romantical though.
YOU ARE READING
Life Beneath The Words At Play
PoetryMy poetry is only to fill blank pages. You decide how to color it in. That meaning, you can interpret the poems the way you want. I only put the words together, and you decide the rest :) Yet another poem dump for my unorganized mess that is my poe...
