When my heart stops
ill no longer be here in this world
when my heart stops all the emonaitonal pain will go away
when my heart stops i will
be in a morgue
the sciencetist will try to figure out
what killed me
was i murdered, was it sucicde, Was
it a sickness of some sort.
they will never find out what
killed me only me .
I died of a broken heart.
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Author:
sonnetelectric7413 (
Offline) - Published: December 1st, 2015 06:59
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I love this poem its great💯💯
thank u so much for your kind words and im glad u like so much
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