(new poem)
My heart has a point
point for you, J*
You will win this game
but our war victory is mine
My fear has a break
break without love, love of my life
Love is strange
You’ll feel it
You won’t feel a thing
when I separate you from your heart
surgically
You will forgive my English
but that’s just life
poetic licence that is
life
* This poem was the
last coffin in his nail. it was a drop that was too much for his gf. and she
shot him dead……… (Author’s coffin…)
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