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I Still Can'T Die

It doesn't matter if it's dark or, light My life has become a loveless tale, I'm that ship on that lonely sea Where all the things are Dyeing and pale. Thoughts running Through my heart About all my fallen tears Can you imagine my pain ? It's terrible and making me weak Day by day, each moment. Your lie hunts me like a demon Alone in this darkness. I believe you, love you But you continued your lie, Hopes are gone and flew away But I still can't die.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Johnson-Saunders Avatar
March 27, 2012 at 9:28 PM
Terribly sad... the great poets put themselves in their work, and you have done that. Really terrific write. Blessings, Rhonda
Culverhouse Avatar
March 27, 2012 at 7:23 AM
some lies are for our protection or comfort... I like to put a winning spin on life even when I am in garbage. It's ok. you have an emotional heart and it shows in your works!!
Dey Avatar
March 27, 2012 at 7:59 AM
thank you and i'm pleased that you have read this.
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