Friday, April 20, 2012

To love and hate his breathe
 the breathe that destroyed joyful parts of me

That same breathe created beautiful life
and my maddened nights

That breathe created her first crawl, first step
and my tear stroked nights

Her young breathe will never know the pain
of what was our past

To pray his needle will never take his breathe so far away
that we can never reach

We can never reach you there
it's to far away









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