Dead

I promised I wouldn't kill myself for you,
and I didn't.
Still I find myself. Dead.
My soul's black and my heart broken.
Me... Oh I'm just dead.
Don't know how or when,
but I guess somewhere between now and the break up.




Poetry by Polly
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Written on 2007-03-21 at 11:09

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samih
...sad, have liked the last sentence so much....
.......but I guess somewhere between now and the break up
2007-03-21