heart attack at a funeral

September 19, 2008
If dreams were reality,
would i be your killer?
your, oh so subtle heartattack.
if my reality was a questionable fact,
would you still be my constant;
deadly heartattack?

So now-

I've always seemed to be
a pitifully easy kill.
With you peircing gaze baby;
your my fatal pill.

My addictive drug and
with my longing to do wrong
i will cut my last breathe short,
cause you and I both know...
im that kind of sort.

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emilyr said...
Sept. 30, 2008 at 8:48 pm
wonderful poem :)
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