the voice of Elizabeth Rose


Smothered

You told me you loved me
Then I told you
But I don't know why
It's not love that I do
It is a feeling of wanting to give
To make you happy
It's a prisoner's life I live
Now I am buried in your love
Smothered
Dying
I take my last breath
It's what I do--
Seeking life through death





Poetry by Elizabeth Rose
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Written on 2008-10-19 at 03:20

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amandeep
when i was reading ur poem ..i just looked at ur profile picture..wow..!! beautiful
ur poem is nice the idea is good..

i dont know...but truely i say its the first time tha i am not getting the word to write about love..eehhe:)

i dont know about love much...so

what i know..that is "Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love"

anyway nice text...some another day i''ll comment on the related text

regards
amandeep
2008-11-01



When we love, we do give over a part of us to eachother, making two deaths and one wholesome life of two...well done. Loved it, smiling at you, Tai
2008-10-24