Treasure Island

Cleo A. Fletcher

(October 13,1978 / Vancouver BC)

Deaths Love


Kiss me I'm dying,
Kiss me now I'm fading fast.
Kiss me I'm dying,
Death's door has come to pass.

Kiss me I'm dying,
Deaths love has come for us.
Kiss me I'm dying,
Pain doesn't leave much.

Kiss me i'm dying,
Kiss me now your fading fast.
Kiss me I'm dying,
Death has come for us at last.

Submitted: Thursday, November 06, 2008

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  • Eileen J. Hudson (11/6/2008 4:08:00 PM)

    Wow. I really love this poem. I remember reading this poem when you showed it to me not too long ago. It is beautiful and tender. You can feel the emotions in it so strongly. I love it. Thank you. (Report) Reply

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