Why do you call my name now?
When I can't hear it no more.
I wished that,
you said those nice words.
When I was still alive.
Not here lying in a cold bed floor.
Where I can't get up
A-Anymore.
To say I love you too.
YOU ARE READING
My Own Kind Of Poetry
Poetrywords scrunched up in sentences that makes only sense to me. cause no one understands.
