death

death

A Poem by Denver T.

F**k love im tired of trying my heart big but it be quiet look at me now I have no hair I pull it out everyday from the pain that will only strain me from the heavens above. Look at me now the knife is sharp but dont worry its only an inch closer to a less lonley broken heart. But dont worry mama it will all be okay once you see the day. No more worries mama the pain will end. You can see me desend. If you need me mama find me in the darkest part of my heart.

© 2014 Denver T.


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Added on December 14, 2014
Last Updated on December 14, 2014

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Denver T.
Denver T.

Keokuk, IA



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