May 2014
Though I will stop breathing,
I do not die,
Not yet.
Not until my name
Ceases to graze lips,
Only then can you declare me dead
As I live on
Through the pages of my work.
I do not die,
Not yet.
Not until my name
Ceases to graze lips,
Only then can you declare me dead
As I live on
Through the pages of my work.
Sorry I haven't been writing a lot of poetry lately, I've been really sick :(
