Back To Black Poem by Christina Conseco

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her and
I go back to
I go back to

I love you much
Its not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe,
And I'm a tired penny rolling up the walls inside

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go Back to
Black
Black
Black
Black
I go back to...
I go back to..

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her and I go......

Back To Black