Dead love 2

episodic poem

EPISODE 2

Down in my heart
i quiver to say my words
death felt i,swimming my channel
storm in my sight rise to fall
I keep my glance and smell the fear

You are goda and nice
a angel or mother of its
confess i, when she stands
for my channels aid not me

With signs and dismay
and melancholy glance
She scorns my face
Oh! Dirty hair and shabby wears
she glance to speak her mind

My thenar, melts as she speaks
my eye gathers tears cloud
"Odorous being, what a heck?
A prostitute or w***e you think me?
Echo she to my nostrils

Death ,death am dying
am sinking in agony
My soul! Don't leave please
aside was my thoughts this tense
for earth grab my raining tear

Author's Note

3 coming soon, hope this is good