Asphyxiated Love Poem by Crimson Love

Asphyxiated Love

Rating: 5.0


My air escapes my dying lips,
My own two hands strangulating that of my own throat,
how can control be lost when Control is something i've never had?
I let out a groan, dying without air, I must be mad,
let my gasps out, if only I lived the life you thought I should,
Burning ash enflaming my throat,
uttering the words I know I soon shall regret...
I love you... falls from my lieing lips.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Harindhar Reddy 05 November 2011

Hugger-mugger! Cloak-and-dagger! There is in the hole-and-corner. It is nothing the pain of losing dear ones. 'My air escapes my dying lips, My own two hands strangulating that of my own throat, ' his poetess has mastered the craft of writing sober poetry at the tender age.. I marvel at profundity! 2 thumbs up for you dear poetess! 10+++++++

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Lenore Lee 16 October 2011

Woa, we should never let anyone tell us how to live our lives. You may only live once so try to make it your own. Love can kill us both emotionally and literally so even on the deathbed we should never tell our partners that we love them if it is untruthful for in the next life we will regret that they never knew the truth.

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