walking with a little poetic licence

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

The Leaving-


You are Hurting me.

Every moment

Every day

Watching you slowly dying.

Hiding all thats not yours

to hide.

Taking my soul away.

I am Dying.

Every second I lay awake

Watching life slowly ebbing away,

On a tide which will carry you beyond

All I could reach

or say.

I beseech you

Take me with you

God has no place

but in our hearts

'I Love you'

'I forgive you'

And Blessed be the voice of art.

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