Who injected
slow poison
In the veins of our love
Time? Distances? You? Me? We?
Or Chance?
As it lies silent, dejected
And stunned
Watching the prospects of a premature death
With a sort of equanimity and
Nonchalance
Know not what you think
But I feel we shouldn’t have left it
To die in cold
A prolonged and ignominious death
And pretend that it’s a natural death
When it is anything but!
If you think it can’t revive
I would say it can’t survive
For God’s sake
Let’s show some mercy
Let’s kill it!
Written on: Feb 02, 2006
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