Words speak

by kate   Jun 7, 2012


As my heart stops beating i stop breathing,
as i start crying my mind gets to thinking,
as i start thinking im noticing,
im not caring as my heart
tore to peices.
as i look up and start wondering
looking up to god,
im asking ''why has life
brought me a
used heart?''
just
answer
that
please.

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