Thursday, August 27, 2009

Influenza Of The Soul

I gave up long ago,
But your love still has it's hold,
Gripping so tight,
Constricts my soul,
I cannot dream,
Can sleep no more.

You make me feel like no one else,
Even now you infect my health,
Sick every day for the cure you hide,
Stuck on this earth not quite alive,
Thought it dead but still it lingers,
Like a cancer,
This love,
A plight,
So grievous.

1 comment:

  1. My first My only,
    I got home, I sat down what do I say? My only memory is that you wanted me away. Every line of every poem reminds me of how greatful I am to love him. You are my beloved my only I said to you every day. You know what keeps me from you, because you had to walk away... The scar from you that Ill keep, is your in my every sleeping dream.. I will love you in every life we live.. My beloved..
    Megan
    Her name was going to be Ashley Paige...

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