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death beds and decaying roses

I need some vital signs
Just to prove it really did killed me
As the morphine drips through my veins
My body lay numb
The blur of your voice
In agony and sadness
As drops of rain fall from you cheeks
When beeps stops
As the room turns cold
Ill place my hand in yours
Bring you to what is left of my lips
And tell you
Check my pulse, feel my breath, ill be waiting for you to lay by me in death…

11 Feb 07

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I actually really like this poem, just a couple of spelling points
line 2 'killed' should be 'kill'
lineline 7 'you' should be 'your'  

Otherwise I think this is really good!
 — dele