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09/12/2019 11:14 pm
GOING SOON
There is an ocean behind the doors of my eyes,
Which I try not to open in your presence.
I am like a tree with no nutrient,
Dying day by day.
Behind my smile is a thought
That travels a thousand miles
To the world of deep sadness.
In my heart, I bleed.
At the breaking of a new day,
I cry a river in bed,
Knowing I'd soon be gone.
Oh, blood cancer!
I will remain tight-lipped
Until the day of my death,
Where I shall look to give up the ghost
In your arms,
Dear lover.
No one loves me the way you do,
Yet I hide this away from you.
It isn't my fault;
I just want to feel loved before my death.
©Vikjtaar
Victor Apata
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