The clock strikes midnight
Now it is the time
It is my death day
For it is your reign over my life.
You are stronger then I,
So you can chose when I die.
Now please with this present
That is my being
Use it sparingly
For I am too weak.
Only one last thing to say
Happy birthday.
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Poems That Speak From The Soul
PoesiaLong ago my heart was full of life and love. Now it's full of depression and despair. These poems I write are what I feel. So enjoy this craziness that I feel. ~Candy {Not part of the Marvel Kids.}
