Slowly Dieing
Slowly Dieing
I am slowly dieing
wanting to cry
but when i hear
his voice
i start to come alive
all i hear is him
going through my mind
but when it fades away
I just want to die
wanting to cry
but when i see him coming
i stop dieing
close and closer he comes
finally i hve it my way
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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| Death | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
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