You think that I
could live if you
never came back;
buried deep under
the ground.
Maybe I could but
what's the point
of living without
the person who
stood by me
when everyone
else left?
Just the thought of you
would make me
fall to my knees
with tears in my eyes.
Tell me how I can live
without a heart;
my heart which
you took with you
when you were sent away.
YOU ARE READING
SPEAKING UP MY MIND
PuisiThis is where my poems lay for you to read them. Hope you enjoy.