Alive

by Amy Woodfine   Mar 28, 2005


Death becomes everyone
And yet I can not wait my turn
There are so many definitions for life,
To be living, full of energy, Alive
And yet the one they do not mention...
to feel pain
How can you tell you are living?
Don't you feel my pain?
The torture and agony I feel inside?
I am...
alive

When I first saw you,
I was afraid to meet you.
When I actually met you,
I was afraid to know you.
Once I got to know you,
I was afraid to like you.
Once I first liked you,
I was afraid to love you.
Now that I love you,
I'm afraid to truly lose you

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