Preparing for Death~

Leave me a note 
on my grave
tell me the words 
They
enslaved

Play me a dirge
of a love 
on the verge
that was 
silenced by 
powers 
depraved  

A heart is a 
virtuous 
thing
That beats out 
true 
love 
we could sing

We'd dance 
and extol
on a wave's 
mighty roll
and divine
only beauty
to cling 

I suffered 
for you
from evening 
thru
dew
with a heart 
that was broken 
from 
pain

I'd rather stay there 
with you giving care
but those left in 
charge
are 
I
N
S
A
N
E
! 

(Good Luck!)


~Haviva

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