She Loved
His Last Breath
as if it were
Her Own
*Or*
Buried Alive
Author notes
Once
I took my Love's death very hard. Every breath he took is still dear to me. I await my own death with open arms and I will savor that last breath, knowing that it is mercy and love from the Gods.
The second is to freak people out.
A contest entry
- 180th Contest by Tarja.
400 points, ended January 28, 2008, 25 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Wow... that hit so close to home for me I can't even tell you how much I loved that... I thank you so much for sharing, this had so much romance and power and sadness to it. Thank you again and good luck.
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Thanks for the comment! Both of these are great ideas. The first heartfelt but still poetic and beautiful in it's brevity. The second would just be awesome
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