It was my darkest night and it was
The coldest,
I had ever felt.
The air that I would breath,
In
Would choke me.
But then again,
So did the air that I breathed out.
I was dying,
Dying very slowly from
Something we will all experiance.
Something called
Love.
Love doens't feed me.
Nor does it make me
Sleep,
Eat,
Or live.
It kills me slowly..
Like a snake,
Slowly smuthering it's prey.
Love chokes me,
Love does not let me breath.
Love makes me feel cold,
Alone,
And most of all,
Love makes me feel dead
Dead,
Because knowing your here,
And I still
Can't have you..
Will be my cause of death.
R.I.P
Love
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Oh, man, does this ever ring true. I know just what you're saying. I hate it when they want to be friends and you are in love with them. The world certainly fair.
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