Smothered
You told me you loved me
Then I told you
But I don't know why
It's not love that I do
It is a feeling of wanting to give
To make you happy
It's a prisoner's life I live
Now I am buried in your love
Smothered
Dying
I take my last breath
It's what I do--
Seeking life through death
Poetry by Elizabeth Rose
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Written on 2008-10-19 at 03:20
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