Don't Die Without the Best Part Of YouA Poem by wolfie
The question of 'if' is so painful,
imagine what a series of choices could have led, would I be who I am without my trail of pebbles? The prints left in my life, some so much heavier until almost unbearable, others so light it wasn't even noticeable. Where is that middle ground? The fine line between love and hate is obscure, life and death so blurred, until I realize my heart split into two; one beating so laborious, the other's already giving up. I'm flat-lining, until the doctor AED, and I'm brought back alive.
© 2016 wolfieAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on August 4, 2016 Last Updated on August 4, 2016 AuthorwolfieTXAboutHello! I love writing poetry, and well writing in general, I also like to play the piano and art. Zombie and musical movies are my favorite. I like sweet and salty things. -wolfie(Stephanie Karen .. more..Writing
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