Cut - Poem by David Quigley
When you look at me you see me calm.
Yet before i lay i die inside.
Inside i cry
I die when my palm is full of tears.
I feel like the deers staring into the headlights.
My hopeless haze, so much worse than being dazed.
Headlights growing bigger, eyes getting heaver
Life meaning less and less.
Without us, i feel so meaning l'ss
With no more us i cant stand that our love was like a trend.
With time not healing but destroying all we had.
Before we were through i thought of you.
All day and night, sunlight to moonlight, all i wanted was to be with you.
Now that i see their lives i wonder why.
Why i cant get thro the pain and crying.
Yet you dont even seem to care.
With this last breath i have, ill say this one last thing.
'I love you'
Now i see.
My arm shows me the truth, .
I would die without you.
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