Treasure Island

Sami Woodall

(11-17-92 / Detroit)

Love is the slowest form of sucide


Love is the slowest form of sucide,
that I know,
love is the pain,
that will never go.

You think you know someone,
then they break your heart,
then your parents start yelling,
saying they were right from the start.

But you don't care what they're saying,
your just wanting to die,
I said it once, I'll say it again,
love is the slowest form of sucide.

You fell in love,
and they ripped out your heart,
now it feels,
like your world is falling apart.

They won't return any calls,
or acknowledge when your in sight,
like I said...
love is the slowest form of sucide.

Submitted: Saturday, October 25, 2008
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  • Palas Kumar Ray (10/25/2008 3:47:00 PM)

    Heartfelt realsiation can not be wrong and untill otherwise felt need not be changed. After all the life is as we feel it.



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