You don't know it, but it's true, one day you'll be blue.
No one there to take care of you.
You'll be alone all by yourself and I'll come.
Your head will be my trophy.
Your heart will be on fire.
Your lungs will be gasping for breath in my flat tire.
So remember me when you're old and gray.
When I come it will be your special day.
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Tears Of Suicide
PoetryThis is my fourth poetry book! :) Sad, depressing, and angry type poems. Also some random poems that don't really fit into my love poems. Please do not leave rude and unnecessary comments. I accept praise and suggestions but not mean comments. If yo...
