unrequited love can kill


Suicide

Collapse on my bed
Feeling so dizzy
So much in my head
The bees so busy

The walls cave
On in around me
Giving everything I gave
But I guess it was meant to be

Wearing the same dress
As that day in june
Still feeling that caress
Still looking like a loon

Pink socks and pale skin
Shoes holed through
So I put them in the bin
As you do

Black curtains on the window
Stapled to the wall
Not like I didn't know
Why didn't you call?



Poetry by jacy
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Written on 2005-10-24 at 00:23

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