No body had seen me die
all were there, eyes wide open
but ye didn't even see a hint
I die, and they all had broad smile on face
...
poetry my first love
where I committed my first crime,
my first lie, first kisses
my fate,
...
My pride would u let me cry
as these torrors and pain hunted me,
as my heart in love is denaide
and as those I seek comfart to grow cold
...
To those who know u by name
and to those who charish u
and want to make u their own,
give the power of love and sharing
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Today I write a dream.
I dream that to night in my sleep
an angel pay me a visit and kiss me on the lips
so my voice will be heard in tomorrows
...