this is the point when you realize
that deat is not painfull at all
if i have her
i have a reason to live
Without her
i have no life
i rather die


If God gives me a choice
In one hand he gives me a golden cup
with the wine of life without her
And on the other
A rusted cup with the wine of death
Which cup will i drink from
It will be the rusted one

Poetry by Hamzah Khan
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Written on 2005-12-03 at 18:22

Tags Love  Death  Choice 

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