Can't think of a title..

by Sara   Nov 21, 2004


My heart tangled on a string,
The string grows tighter with every lie you tell me,
My heart is dying,
I am dying,
Is this what you wanted?
Did you always want to see me die?
The string grows tighter still,
Your blue eyes bare into,
The blue eyes I fell in love with,
They are fading away fast,
I still hear you,
You sobs and asking why you had done this to me,
My broken body lay crumple in your arms,
Everything has faded,
The silence surrounds me,
I can hear no more,
Engulfed in silence and darkness I die.

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