Death Sentence

Like tired ships are lulled to sleep

By the waves at harbor

I am never tired in your arms

Your arms lull me to death

At the edge of your lips

You brush your hair back

From your face

Like a death sentence to me

I go to gallows humbly

To be hanged till death

From the locks of your hairs

You watch me then everyday

In the mirror

Hanging from your earlobes

Like a prized possession

You deservedly won

Without any competition or struggle whatsoever!