WHY?

by atam2   Mar 17, 2005


Middle of the night
cold as ice
your lips are blue, what did you do
your face is pale, your heart beats slow
a bottle of pills near your bed
what was going through your head
what made you so sad
that you were glad to take your life,that fateful night
your heart beats slower every second your here
your time on earth is growing near
your heart beats one final time
where ever you are you'll always be mine
buried in the ground so deep
cold as ice
it's your eternal sleep.

I hope you guys like it. Please tell me what you think about it.

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  • 19 years ago

    by atam2

    what nobody wants to post any comments. please post some.

  • 19 years ago

    by Amber

    I thought this was a good poem, it's sounds like it's rough for you, if it's true? Good Job though.

  • 19 years ago

    by Mira

    Your is possessive. You're is a contraction for you are. All right. And nice.

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