It's foolish I hold on so tight,
To someone who isn't mine.
I want to be yours forever,
But somewhere we must draw a line.
My heart stopped beating long ago,
Yet it hurts as if I were alive.
Would you love me more,
If my pulse could thrive?
Being dead, I've lost my youthful glow,
But I guess you expected that.
Yet, you still proposed to me,
Where lying dead I sat.
You said it was a mistake,
And crying I do play,
My piano my only friend,
Unless you choose to stay.
A/n: If anyone understands this reference, I automatically like you.
YOU ARE READING
Scars; Just Another Poem Book
PoetryEveryone has a voice, an opportunity to tell people what's on their mind. I feel like I lack a voice, and this is a good way for me to realize people are listening. Thank you to anyone and everyone who comments or votes for me. I am open to suggesti...
