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My Voice Insight…

The time was not right,
Things went out of sight.
I still hear his voice…
Do I have a choice?
I am feeling so blue,
But it is true…
Pills seem to be the way,
That would be easy as everyone say.
There is a bottle waiting too,
And the pain will quickly go through.
But I love him and he is within me.
I cannot harm him, that is true,
If I swollow it will make my skin blue.
Within me how can I make him blue?
I pray to knife to cut me into two,
It has to end this way now…
But wait he breaths in me,
With me will he die too?
Yes, I guess I will have to live in pain,
There will be no rain of love again…


© 2012 Pimmi Nag