Slowly Dieing
Slowly Dieing
I am slowly dieing
wanting to cry
but when i hear
his voice
i start to come alive
all i hear is him
going through my mind
but when it fades away
I just want to die
wanting to cry
but when i see him coming
i stop dieing
close and closer he comes
finally i hve it my way
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Just A Dream? | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Dont Tell Me If Im Dead | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Dieing Never Dies | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Death Is Horrible | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Grandmom Morgan | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Death | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| You Cry I Cry | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| In Love? | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Slowly Dieing | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| My Grandmom Ruth Morgan | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| So Theres This Boy... | 1 | 10/14/2009 |
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