A Poem Is A Poem

Dieing Inside

As the fire burns out inside me,
I know I will never touch the sky.
So all I can do is sit and cry,to wait and die.

I am as cold as the night sky.
You slowly walk by as I die.

I am slowly dieing inside.
So I know my love will never come by.

At least I tried.
I am strong, bold, and daring,
But when you passed by...

You took what was inside.
So all I can do is sit and cry,and wait to die.
The fire slowly burns out inside me.

You got your wish...
For me to never touch the sky...
For me to die.

I am colder than ice and the night sky...
I am stone cold, ready to die.

I lay still,
The fire is out, never to burn inside me again.
Never to sit and cry again,
Never to think of you again.

You got your wish...
I have died.