My Morbidly Morbid Heart Poem by Bret Paul

My Morbidly Morbid Heart



I wonder if it's still beating
with each second passing
Am I still alive I wonder
feeling so much despair
I must be because my feelings for her
are stronger than ever

could that be why my heart feels so much pain
feel fatigued and drained
I don't know how much longer
I can go without her

if my heart stops today no need for CPR
because I have already checked DNR
the purpose of living would be meaningless
without her gentle and soft caress

Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: despair
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Latrice Evans 17 June 2009

evidence of pain from many...

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