My dying heart beats for you.
It screams your name,
as it goes on through.
It does not fight with,
what my mind says.
For, my head screams the same;
And hurts with every tear shed.
I wait for you to come back to me.
And try to, try not,
to make myself bleed.
It's difficult, but I push right through.
Until you come back.
To fulfill the need.
The warmth and comfort,
that my soul yearns to breathe.
~ B.M.D ~
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Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
