Death Of You - Poem by joseph escamilla
All i see in your eye's
is darkness and hell.
You make me hurt and mealt.
Take it all back the love and hate.
But that fire in your eye's.
through me you'll
but it will be the death of you.
go away and take my heart right out of me,
and it will break
but it's the death of you not me.
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