Love Kills
I love you,
though, can't tell if you do.
You hate yourself and others, too.
Your life is what you often screw.
The small gleam in your eyes,
takes my breath away and my heart cries,
for I could never win you as a prize.
My lungs die whilst my soul flies.
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