My Breath Of Love And Death

August 2, 2010
The wind whispers my name,
I fall under a spell
To captivate the word it says,
My world cease to exesict now.

Dying trees creep closer,
All I hear them say to me,
I take the breath they give
To hold between my lips you see.

I fell that day for sure,
Into the arms of insecure,
Found pacing the room of death
And love, I fell for him,
Though I never will forget
The anger I saw you creatived
And I will always contain.

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