let death be kinder than the life i had,
that when it kisses me,
i am not afraid to kiss it back,
that its hug
would remain warm
despite my cold and lifeless body,
that its welcome
feels like coming home.
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letters after dark | poetry book 3
Poetrya collection of poems and proses of thoughts that fill up the void after dark. #1 in proses #7 poetry #56 in poem #5 poetrycollection book 3 of the poetic flowers series. other books : • a hurricane of blues • confessions i will never say and other...
