The Death of You
Wrote this back in middle school, sitting at the piano.
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Save me I’m drowning,
Six feet below
Helplessly falling,
Into the darkness we know
All the life begins to drain,
Wrists are painted red with shame
Die from what I’m dreaming of,
From the death of my love
Standing by your stone,
Whispers bleed through
Standing here alone,
Thinking of you
All the life begins to drain,
Wrists are painted red with shame
Die from what I’m dreaming of,
From the death of my love
Take my life and take my hand!
Please! Just try and understand
All that I am going through,
From the death of you…
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2011
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