Killing me

February 3, 2008
By
dreams of you
scraping through my head
drowning me
with what you said

locked up with no key
in a room with no air
remembering your eyes
the smell of your hair

those three words
suffocating my mind
still blocking my heart
from words so unkind

choking on every thought
desiring one last breath
my request is denied
the thought welcomes death





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