Friday 29 November 2019

DEATH.. . My beloved..

How I wish to love you, 
For I know you are always near.
Sometimes I wish I could own you, 
But I know you are momentary. 🙌

People fear when they get a glimpse of you, 
But I know it is inevitable.. . Oh, 
I run away but you always chase me, 
For we are like twins borne of a coin. 📸

Tears ooze out when I behold you, 
Comforting hands caress me then. 
Deep thoughts torment my soul, 
Oh, let me accept you.. MY DEATH ⚰


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