March 3rd Poem by Bobby Roberts

March 3rd

Rating: 2.7


The day I will die,
is the day i was born.
Feeling torn inside,
I don't know if I can hide this
anymore.
Should I go out with a bang,
or do it secretly with a bore.
so sore...
so sore...

*****

I think some promises are ment to be broken.
You never know.

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