Love until death, by WittrR Subscribe to rss feed for WittrR

breathing getting harder
voices getting softer
those were good times
even the ones with all cries

dreaming of living and loving
living with the pain and suffering
was life worth living for
when she shut the door

the room gets darker
the breathes get shorter
last looks before being called above
realazing that someone is being loved.
Posted: 2011-05-02 23:19:59 UTC

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