I'm cold,
And alone,
And sad.
And it's late,
And you're not
Texting me back.
And I ripped out
The heart that I had,
Because this girl
Went on the attack.
And now I can't breathe,
And it's too dark in here,
And due to our lies,
You're not near.
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YOU ARE READING
After Death
PoetryAfter one piece of you dies, what becomes of the rest? (Sequel to "Torched.")
And
I'm cold,
And alone,
And sad.
And it's late,
And you're not
Texting me back.
And I ripped out
The heart that I had,
Because this girl
Went on the attack.
And now I can't breathe,
And it's too dark in here,
And due to our lies,
You're not near.