death in me

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life

 told myself

i'll give you one last time 

with you gone nothing the same 

hold me 

    pull me 

i should have ran 

    maybe by chance 

i would have love you more 

i anticipate your arrival 

if only for a moment 

to be filled with your exsistence 

with all of what i feel and imagine 

would be  a perfect picture 

spirit is broken 

spine remain bent 

words remain silent 

wounds remain unheal 

burn with heat of frustration 

emotion that taste bittersweet

viewing something i cant see

thousand seeds 

why did he planted me