soon ending my so called life©
Nobody appreciated my poetry like he did
in a candy shop just like a kid,
he couldn't wait to see
what was new from me.
And i'd be cookin up something in the kitchen
oh how cute he'd come runnin,
Oooo what smells so good he'd say
i'd give anything to hear that today.
He praised me all the time
i miss that praise that was always mine,
and his sweet poems on every card
i get no more and it's so hard.
My 1st valentines day without him soon here
i'm so sick from crying My Dear,
if you don't soon walk thru that door
my heart's gonna bleed all over the floor.
I just have to think of the quickest way possible
to end it all here for this tortured soul,
i've given a lot of thought to this matter
cause my heart won't heal from the shatter.
My body's weak and oh so frail
but the best plan can not fail,
i'll somehow find the strength in my hands
to take me away from the pain and earthly demands.
I can't wait much longer to have peace
from this earth my existence must cease,
and i'll also no longer be a burden to anyone
when my time on earth is done.
It's just a front writing of hope
the truth is i can't cope,
so now i'm reaching out to many a friend
to let them know of me it's soon THE END!
Copyright© 2012
(it's not the enemy at all it's the misery that makes me fall)
Sally
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