Love is my murderess

by Sammie   Sep 19, 2004


It's funny this pain that kills me
is not from a razor, no not
from a knife.

Nothing you can touch, sense, or
even see.

Funny thing, love is what's killing
me.

Having broken my fragile heart.

It's kind of sad that I should
leave this world so young.

Makes me kind of mad, that I
just had to fall once again.

That I let myself, be drawn in.

I can't blame the one whom
broke my heart, because no
matter how hard you try, you
can't help how you feel, but
wonder why.

Can't change what's there and
what's not in your heart.

So, I blame no one but myself.

I was foolish, I let myself trust,
and love again.

The fault is only mine that I'm
dying so young.

But hey, I died for love.

~*SaMmIe*~

Never let love take control of you, you'll regret it with all your soul.

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