Before We Die

We're standing on shards of glass.
We're standing on shards of glass.
Just look at me, look into my eyes, and remember,
Remember our love before we die. 

Dont speak a word,
Dont crack your lips,
Not a whisper, just give me a kiss, and remember, 
Remember our love before we die.

The shards cut deep, so deep we bleed,
And here we stand, just you and me,
Staring at eachother, we dont dare to speak, just to remember,
Remember our love before we die.

Every fight we have, why does it come,
No matter what we try, we're comming undone,
And id rather drowned in an ocean on a mid december day,
or bleed to death with the glass kissing me,
them to speak and remember,
remember our fights. 

We're standing on shards of glass.
We're standing on shards of glass.
Every word we speak will just start a fight. 
I love you, without you I wont live through the night,
But no matter what we do we just aren't okay.

So not a whisper, just a kiss,
Not a word,  just look into my eyes,
Dont say sorry, dont you worry, for my pain will be over soon.
So not a word, not a whisper,
just kiss me and close your eyes, and remember, 
remember our love before we die.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Bess Avatar
December 4, 2010 at 4:44 PM
your love was express in this poem so deeply and intense keep it up
A   Avatar
November 12, 2010 at 11:51 PM
nice to have read your poem,, enjoyed,..p.d. *p.s.* I posted a poem dedication, hope you can spy your name in there. (IT IS IN THERE)Thanks for all your comments always p.d.
Mehta Avatar
November 12, 2010 at 9:40 AM
Very positive thoughts on the pangs of love, not a whisper, just a kiss, nice expression, Princess
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