As he lie there on his bed...
I Walked head hung, crying hysterically
He was dead, he was dead
There was no going back.
All that was left was a crack
A crack that turned to a gap in my heart.
As is was torn apart.
He was gone.
I loved you oh so dearly.
It was just past dawn,
As he lied there on his bed....
He was dead.
He was dead
That day I woke to quiet.
My mind left on autopilot,
Left numb, but somehow it was worse.
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AJ's Poetry Book
PoetryIve been writing this since middle school so my poetry skill has grown some bit. I hopw you enjoy seeing my growth.This poetry book was inspired by someone that I used to know. I write all my poetry in here, that is untill I reach the limit in chapt...
