Unborn Children
Fatal love
Love is life, love creates more love and lives
Love comes from life, love exists for new life
New lives come from love. Life is life and love
Not every time. Some of the love is strange fakes
Life interest, flirtatiousness, spiritual oppression
Lust of power, arrogance, spiritual destruction
Spiritual destruction with love; my dead children
My dead children are victims of Euthanasia
My fatal love destroyed my life; unburned children
Directly created life situation by EN psychology
My fatal love is really happy - she is Euthanasia
Hmm. But I don’t give up. I don’t give up
Life always gives me new and new choices
I will find someone, who gives me lives
Lives, what are us, and our future from the past
Love, love, family, family, children, children
I am praying. God will answer - No Euthanasia.
I loved a lady in Watford, a killer soul. Euthanasia.
She killed my years, my life, my children, my desire.
Hmm, Fatal love
Hmm, fake love
Hmm, It’s deleted.
God, give me…
A new love
Health love.
Lives come
Copyright © Vilmos Zoltan Galyo | Year Posted 2024
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment