![]() Ghost of a broken heartA Poem by Julius Whitfieldher death taking a glimpse clenching her fist i couldn't resist (to) open up her palm to see an autograph she fell in the mist grim gave her a kiss now she was out of sight will it commence beginning the sense that i dream about
it was the start i'm getting hot i'm on the run now belly in a knot i'm feeling the gloom feeling the thin, crimson air her ghost is in my room but i don't have a clue all i can smell is nicorette the moment is dead now the fuzz is on the trail
i started seeing things that tell me i'm going to fail i gotta dig myself out of this open shell something burns inside my stomach i need to reach out and let the pieces exhale fooling with you is hell
her ghost has a broken heart shatter memories lay scattered down the aisle
no time for rest i'm getting spent wandering with you, now walking the line walking the ashen road rather than trusting it to come out now and erase her i laid her with truth and buried her with everything
i started seeing things that tell me i'm going to fail i gotta dig myself out of this open shell something burns inside my stomach i need to reach out and let the pieces exhale fooling with you is hell
her ghost has a broken heart shatter memories lay scattered down the aisle
© 2008 Julius Whitfield |
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Added on February 9, 2008 Author![]() Julius WhitfieldSt Louis, MOAbout21 yr old artists (writing, music, drawing, and performances) who has been befriended by pencils for years. I like to report my life's experiences through poetry and comedy, which are most of the time.. more..Writing
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