Killing Me Softly Poem by Anita Khelawan
Killing Me Softly
I love you more than I love myself
That's why I'm blind to everyone else
I like things that sharing markings of you
But I love you and only you
In mind
I see myself sipping on some good red wine
In an 1930 Era
Enjoying my quellazaire
But I don't drink nor do I smoke
It's a cry for help for an ease
To get away for this love I try
When I can't I cry
Frustrated this love I can't hide
My feelings I can't deny
It's killing me softly
From coughing walls to
Scratches and bruises
Constantly fight myself
That I love you Anita
I love you forever
But it's not enough
You love your company is all I want
I love you till it hurt
I love you till I've deprecated my worth
But I am lost in you
I want to go when you say leave
But can't
I know what must be done
But I won't
10-02-2016
Lovely written. Overflowing with self worth and the ambition to love. The will to follow desire. Thanks for sharing :) KW
You look like you have sooooo much love to give Anita, I pray that you find that special person who deserves all that love, til they feel like the lucky one being with you....
it seems to be a real feeling...of love... unfinished definition.. but you might realize it in future differently, if the writer may avoid the moment of suffering
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 6:29:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
That kisses in the naked snow will kill many hope you know mostly men vie and gals sigh who will kiss this way and why I shall place my self on the altar of love, if someone can come and kiss me the way you two do above. I love kisses what can I now do I am sans breath and love too as my kisses are now like probing poison a misadventure now no one kisses me here or there but I love all those who still kiss the way we did dear miss... I can feel your kiss as my spine shivers I quiver Alas at some point of age we have to deliver the realities of love that life does deliver... kissers we were