Loved though I’m Dying ;

I a lost photo,
Wither willow,
Broken Piller,
Happy hums and lazy –
Writing better,
Worse I get in words and prose,
Amnesia I propose;
Gentle kiss;
Words I miss;
How many layers of insanity am i;
That i can’t even see my eye,
What is real,
And what true,
If i can’t even remember you,
Love i steal,
Mind of water;
Lot wandering forever weak and weaker;
Still ;
I’ll know my heart will fill;
I have you,
And only you i trust,
My memories are few,
But i lust,
And lust for you,
And i’ll always fall in love with you.

~Lina

 

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