Erica Starr

riches


Turning dust into gold, gold becomes greed


Turning love in to lust, love
Becomes unseen


Turning death into fear, death becomes unbearable


Death the unbearable foe,,
The very thought, I hate so,,
It took my Lady love,,
She was my gift from above,,
Never experienced such pain,,
To this day, it does remain,,
Your words speak truth as such,,
Now I desire death so very much,,

Comments1

  • Erica Starr

    Till death do us part
    It didn't last
    You are in my heart
    You left too fast



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