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Yearning for that one breath of air as a free man, ever since I entered this world.)

The Best Poem Of Laurens Schulte

Two Blocks From Where We Were Suposed To Meet

Tears dripping on the old mahoney floor,
Crying behind a closely shutted door.
Sitting on the cold window tablet,
Experiencing feelings not likely to forget.

Resting my head upon the icy glass,
Inside I'm such a damned mess.
I slowly open the window,
Forsaking all I used to know.

Thoughts rushing through my head,
Whilst starring in to the depth.
Something to put me out of my misery,
Is the only thing my eyes can truely see.

As I set my bare naked feet, on the steel window frame.
Searching for a reason, to douse the burning blame.
Taking a breath, before I dive.
A cheap excuse to end my sorry life.

Peering down on the crowded street,
Barely two block from where we were supposed to meet.
Rain is falling on my cheeks, mingling with my tears.
The very tears that vanquish my final fears,

I lean forward, and take a leap.
As I start soaring, in to the deep.
With the memory of your kiss on my mind.
I fall deeper and deeper, with only death to find.

People start looking down, from the floors above.
Upon the corpse of yet another fool who died in the name of love.

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