Layla Norman


Dying

Poem by Layla Norman

You tell me you love me
but you pull away
you don't realize it kills me
slowly each day

You hold my hand
but you turn your head
and you think this helps
but i'm already dead

As this goes on
and again my heart breaks
i pretend it's not so
with all that it takes

I pretend that you love me
as i love you
but i'll continue to die
until this comes true.


Comments about Dying by Layla Norman

  • BEAU GOLDEN (2/11/2008 5:05:00 AM)

    Now thats how you reveal your depth of passion. YES>!
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  • Tanika Jack (11/20/2007 5:12:00 PM)

    great poem
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Poem Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011