DEAD.

by The Lady of Shalott   Jan 6, 2006


He was all I ever dreamed of, so now I don't sleep.He always made me smile, now all I do is weep.I live off love, and I'm starving to death.I used to breathe him in, now I don't take a breath.
I need him like nails in my head,
he made me live, so now I am...
DEAD!!!

    report violation
0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

  • 18 years ago

    by Eve

    Thats a really good poem. i love your qotes!

More Poems By The Lady of Shalott