In Death We Start Fresh (Unfinished) Poem by Jeph S. Walker
In Death We Start Fresh (Unfinished)
i scream out for you
my heart is the only thing
that tares my vocal chords
more then my mind
your ghostly face burned
so well in my chest
always thumping me faster
then i am made to go
pushing me to the end
im literaly dying to
see you again
pull me up
and take the pain
Sunday, November 9, 2008
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