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My dead heart


The saddest poem ever written
Was not done by a pen
The saddest words that was ever spoken
Was never passed through lips.

Does love that is killed by broken words
Still make you cry the same ?
Does a noble treachery done out of love
Still make you feel betrayed ?


If I brake the commandments and kill myself
Slit my wrists and end this
Will god bring me back
In payment for
My sinful weakness?

If you fall in love with a married man
And fall in love with his kids

Is there any other way that this sad poem
Or my life could have ended.

The end is near
My body is weak
My wrists have no more blood to shed
I welcome the coldness with a sigh of relief


I shall lay down here
Wipe away my memories of him like a tear
And die
I really wish this poem is true
But, I could never be that brave

never be so caught up in love
that this is the only way you know
to end you pain.