Talking loudly over me/ I hesitate- I murmur like an old drip
I like this too much, I love this too much-the pain-such a joy ridden trip
All ask what is wrong (I don’t know) what is wrong (wrong) . All is wrong with me
Don’t get too close, I [bite]- feed off red blood and I smell of monoxide
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very emotionally written poetry....great work..thnx 4 sharing
Sad but beautiful. Losing love is sometimes very painful.