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As I lay on your chest,
Your arms hug and surround me like a nest,
Fear and worry became your guest,
As the darkness took over my rest.
You held me close,
As I had an overdose ,
I laid their in a cold breathless pose,
As I had turned into a dying rose.
I could feel your shaking fingers,
Run down my neck in search of a pulse that lingers,
Rekindled our touch with our entwining ringers,
Felt you gasp towards my cold fingers.
My organs curl up in a bunch,
My gaze was fading in as such,
The oxygen mask didn't revive me as much,
As my chest arose severally to an electric punch.
A beautiful world I had dared to enter,
A sight that held the center,
Over here I get at eased and much better,
As I wondered if I'd regret this later.
Voices broke my train of slumber,
As the medicine travelled it's way like a samba,
My windpipe felt heavy carrying a lumber,
As your screams created a number.
Your voice echoes throughout,
As I felt your tears create a fount,
Trailing down my cheek as they count,
Felt your hearts increasing pace with no doubt.
I felt cold,
But your warmth kept me at hold,
As I leave this world,
I'm sorry I said we'd grow old.
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One With The Wind
PoesíaTo whom it may touch, Thy soul,thy heart and thy might, Quench the thirst or enlighten, Feels of home and brighten. The more I'm stuck, In this cage of bad luck, The more my demons are at there best when I sleep. I'm in to deep.
