By: p.a. LEX
The day that I died
Was the day that I lived
Once I was happy
Then darkness fell in love with me
Oblivious to my surroundings
I died and I survived
Please I beg of you
Hold me tight 'til I can't breathe
Kiss me until my lips bleed
Love me until I die suffocating
But wait 'til I count to ten
Because I don't think I'm ready
To live until then
YOU ARE READING
Pages of Despondence
PoetryA batch of poetries and short stories for the broken. You may portray it in any way you want. Most of my works are for the abused, scorned and rejected.
