I understand why she wanted
To walk away from this world
Why, when death started knocking
She opened the door and let him in
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She was tired of all the moments that her heart broke
She was tired of mustering all her strength to put it back together
She was tired of the endless fear
The chipping away of her plaster encased heart
And the fragile contents within
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When death came knocking
She smiled and opened the door
“I’ve been waiting for you” she said
“Take me, death. I have grown impatient”
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What torture this life has been
The never ending strive for better
For happiness
For success
For love
For acceptance
For laughs
And hugs
And tender fingertips
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Passionate kisses were never so hard to find
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And
A man that would throw her heart…
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The Reluctant Poet 