THAT PLACE IN MY MIND - IS THAT SPACE THAT YOU CALL MINE

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I can jump so high.
I can go through walls.
I can break rocks with my fist.
I can cut anything in to pieces without a sword.
But her love stops me.

If I see her pretty face in my mind I can’t kill.
I see her in my dreams.
I feel her all around me.

My heart only beats for her.
I save her in her nightmares for monsters,
ghosts and undeads.
I try to protect her for everything that could hurt
her body and soul.

I can’t read her pretty eyes but I hope
they tell me the same as her funny smile.
Her fine voice is always in my head
And drive me insane.

I would die for her. No
I should die for her.
But now she is dead.

I’m so depressive.
I’m so blue.

I dig her grave.
I engrave her gravestone.
A big whit marble block with golden letters on it.

Why.
Oh why.






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