She Wants Me Poem by immanuel santos

A lovely rose kept with me
And thorns that stuck into my bone,
It becomes viral to heal the unknown roots,
Letting me weaker and narrowing the things being hold.

She wants me die on the vine loving her...

The infinite moves growing taller
And blocking my receptors to gather my senses,
This partially restrained me to isolate from the reality,
But it cuts my nerves nor feels anything yet I need morphine.

She still wants me die on the vine loving her...

My minds controls everything
And my heart believes on something,
Even i excreted totally from importantly nothing,
But my backbone that holds my strength extremely grieving.

She has it all and wants me die on the vine loving her...

The cells that connects is strange,
It binds me to keep me sicker and bitterer,
And carries no cure that is very much late to take over,
But the after effect of broken hearted continues to flicker.

She really wants me to die on the vine loving her...

There is something left and not touched,
It is my soul that shows me hopes and lay me on my couch,
This is the finale of the road, even no clearer direction that much,
The end point has been rough to get over the mirror line of my past.

She wants and cursed me to die on the vine loving her...