A Poet's Dying Breath
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Starve Love
Starve Love.
Leave him alone,
cold,
outside the gates of your heart.
Kill Love.
Leave him destitue,
broken,
without you.
Stifle Love,
Do not let him call out,
make a sound,
that could save him.
For Love,
though selfless,
will take everything.
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