Samstag, 23. August 2008

Merchandising


They think of you
Every second of the day.
Every heartbeat is for you,
Every word that passes their lips.

They send you their love.
Their beauty is adamantly.

They can not see
That every breath
They take
Is one, you gave away.

Unable to see,
That every lost breath
Demonstrates you
The beauty of
To die.


*Dedicated to an artist who died sadly.