Mourning
Kissed on the mouth
then two needles later,
her precious life was over
How does it feel?
falling beneath
some chemically induced sleep?
Never to awaken
this soul was shaken,
a heart never to mend
All that is left
are personal experiences,
a few moments of tenderness
Now everything must change
ties must be severed,
marching into that great unknown
Need to mend
find the time to heal,
ordinary life has lost its appeal
Have to be strong
hard to move on,
why does it have to be so?
mathiasthom
written 1/4/11
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