Sick is only a word,
I've used to only collect,
depressed dust,
my small remnants,
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I write of love,
when I know only,
the mere nothings of touch,
forever numb;
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The sun moves slowly with the intent to leave,
Slowly cradeling the mountains, the sun goes where its needed,
Dark crawls upon my Crimson flesh,
yet I feel nothing...
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A mile of millions seperates our bodies,
yet when I think of you,
I can feel your warmth...
I can feel the gentle beat of your beautiful heart,
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I drift into this coma like state,
Fighting the inevitable, It's getting late,
My eyes give one last blink,
I fall deeper in the the realm of sleep,
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This flower a beauty,
battered and Hurt,
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A soft silken kiss,
Laid upon dying lips,
Breathing your Words into my soul,
As I am breathing out lovely interpretations of love,
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As my last Breath leaves my lips,
I can’t help but think of our first kiss,
So sweet, and full of passion,
Love was never lost, But Words were,
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Pull me under your sea,
I'm drowing,
There is no hand to pull me from your waters,
I'm under the waves of your emotion,
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My princess, my heart,
the very crimson that makes me who I am,
The ink to my pen,
The words within my poems,
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