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death of 2

Chronique of a poet

By Lester BaroodyPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
death of 2
Photo by Edward Kucherenko on Unsplash

Posted sense the scents of smell

Fishes out the cell for it makes it

Je not myself for today is great

Afraid of the fate

it hurts..

Tears spur down my face as i tremble to the lost of such grace

Seeing my lady pass is the same feeling i felt when you walked away

high beams await but i cant tell the difference from the casket and the weight

So i burn a spliff to convince myself that you were floating for a short period of time

Agony confused the two but your not far from the line

For what sakes

Shaking, panicking like a dream of iv lines

Or just one pump is all i need when the heartbeat was on its last line

So whats the difference?

Seeing the death of what was once mine

Is unbelievable, at times i get it

Feels like a dream but good riddance,

i wanna leave

Not the feeling but the feeling that i lost in you

in the bed the same way i lost the heart that was strong with 2

But now its 2 but in the same dream for us its glue

Sinkin after the mess but whats this feeling that I feel in my chest

The rest oh,

The repeat dream without the birds in the nest

Wake me up or lay me to rest

sad poetry

About the Creator

Lester Baroody

Welcome everyone, I would first like to say thank you very much for visiting my page and allowing my unique way of expressing myself sway you in a pool of thoughts

-with the help of Dieu, anything is possible

-Chronique of a poet

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