My chest is hurting from all the pressure and pain.
My breathing is stopping, someone help me.
My heart is aching, it's beating so hard..
This feeling has been around for too long...
"You will never make it" the doctor says.
Cause everytime I see her, my heart is breaking again.
My heart is stopping, it wont survive.
Just like the love we created, it will die.
It's my time..
I'm dying from love, dying from what it's done.
It made me fall in love but it went so wrong.
Dying from love, dying from what it does.
It made my heart beat, so happy, like a great melody.
Hey, guess what?
I'm dying from love.
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Handwritten Words
PoetryEmotions and feelings that cant really be expressed any other way. Words became songs and poems that dont rhyme. Enjoy.
