i was so ready
to leave this world behind
but you had to come
into my life
and give me something
to hold onto
so now i fear
the thing i've always
been closest to
you have robbed me
of death
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Poetrya collection of confusing, delicate, and inconsistent poetry. short or long, each poem comes from the heart.
11 - robber
i was so ready
to leave this world behind
but you had to come
into my life
and give me something
to hold onto
so now i fear
the thing i've always
been closest to
you have robbed me
of death
