I miss love so much,
I miss it as if I have lost my eyes,
and I am going numb to touch,
while withering away with my sighs,
is my breathe!
I am without a hope,
as if I seen what will be,
no longer managing to cope,
and slowly slipping from me,
is my breath!
I will not forgive again,
and my skin will stay cold,
and nothing will ever end,
with my last words when told,
is my breath!
I will sit in my bare skin,
as if I wear memory for dress,
feeling love as it had once been,
and with life that I live even less,
is my breath!
So death awaits near,
and the door is open always,
and i sit in skin without fear,
giving at last with my final days,
is my last breath!
SDPope