My
insides are coming undone
they were twisted and tangled
with all the emotions i felt
when i thought that you were mine
they were tangled
but they were still working.
Now
i cant get them to function
now that they are unknoted
they stopped working.
My
insides refuse to keep working
they say your the only antidote
they are dieing
i am dieing with out
you.
You
are my antidote
anything happens
and you would cure it
with out a question
you took care of it,
and now i have to try,
and survive with out
you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dude, I'm so sorry about him. I know your tangled about all this. any ways great poem...and i could have sworn that u put it n the notebook! haha. any ways. its a great poem! LUV U CHANTELIE! ! !