Post by SELENA.ISABELLA.JOHNSON on May 4, 2010 21:32:46 GMT -5
If you steal this poem, I swear I will hunt you down. Okay? Hehe. Thanks!
Funeral of Hearts
By, Tristan Dunlap
A funeral for my heartless soul
The pain has finally taken its toll
A hole is ripped where my heart was beating
People watch as I lay there bleeding
In my coffin, people stop and weep
Knowing I'll soon be in eternal sleep
All the people dressed in black
Can't see the soul in which I lack
The music starts, it begins to rain
I sit straight up from a searing pain
I scream his name will he comply?
Or let me lay here and die
I once was strong but now I'm weak
My coffin bed and begins to creak
I lay back down nothing else to do
Because my heart belongs to you
The coffin closes sobs are ringing
The pain in my body is continuously stinging
Take one last breath the pain subsides
Six feet under is where my soul resides.
Funeral of Hearts
By, Tristan Dunlap
A funeral for my heartless soul
The pain has finally taken its toll
A hole is ripped where my heart was beating
People watch as I lay there bleeding
In my coffin, people stop and weep
Knowing I'll soon be in eternal sleep
All the people dressed in black
Can't see the soul in which I lack
The music starts, it begins to rain
I sit straight up from a searing pain
I scream his name will he comply?
Or let me lay here and die
I once was strong but now I'm weak
My coffin bed and begins to creak
I lay back down nothing else to do
Because my heart belongs to you
The coffin closes sobs are ringing
The pain in my body is continuously stinging
Take one last breath the pain subsides
Six feet under is where my soul resides.
