Dieing As We're Fighting

Chris this how I have you have made me feel.... please read it.
I have cried every night,
from a sight that’s not right.

It's our fighting,
it has become so frightening.

This I can no longer take,
please give me a brake.

I'm begging you,
Something I never do.

I'm on my knees,
crying please.

You look my in the eye,
that you can only deny.

You still think I am lying,
you don't care that I am dieing.

Dieing from our frightening,
this to you becomes so exciting.

By Chayne Nixon
Published: 10/3/2007		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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