Burnt love

by felicia N   Jun 13, 2007


Burnt love,
its killing me slowly
you don't know the pain
you don't know the story
you think you know wgats going on in my head
but the only thing you know is i wish i was dead
you cant undo the words been spoken
now my heart is internally broken
i sit in bed crying my self to sleep
see the things you do, you always make me weep
you bash me and hit me and kick me when im down
so i alwats sit here crying, but try not to make a sound.

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  • 17 years ago

    by maxapug

    Like this poem. Really good! keep it up