Pretence Poem by Rachel Hankins

Pretence



My heart stopped beating
your body ran dry
once you were full of life
now here you lie
so I wont pretend anymore
that this will be okay
it doesn't really matter now
weather or not you stay

Friday, January 30, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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