Love Poem: Growing Cold
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Written by: Anthony Mathias

Growing Cold

I’m growing cold, the end is near
And it’s all thanks to you my dear
Just one more blow to seal my fate 
In that swing you put all your weight
Now I lie here in silken bed
My heart separated from my head
My skin the whitest shade of pale
You drive through the lid the final nail
All that I was and will ever have been
Is lost forever and will never be seen
I slumber now under earthen sheet
For you were the best I could ever meet