Oct 2011
I have an illness no pill can cure
I'm sick inside, this time dead for sure
Your fault? oh no. Not you who made me fall
Your words, your touch? Wasn't that at all
How could such a lying heart
Like yours, tear my fragile one apart?
Every sweet word, all lies
Every soft touch, I despise
Oh, my heart, no longer aches
Oh, my heart, no longer breaks
For what is dead, cannot die.
I'm sick inside, this time dead for sure
Your fault? oh no. Not you who made me fall
Your words, your touch? Wasn't that at all
How could such a lying heart
Like yours, tear my fragile one apart?
Every sweet word, all lies
Every soft touch, I despise
Oh, my heart, no longer aches
Oh, my heart, no longer breaks
For what is dead, cannot die.
This was my very first serious attempt at poetry. I imagine it as an idea for a set of lyrics to a song. One friend of mine suggested that it would fit very well as a The Rasmus song.
This poem was written in December 2009.
This poem was written in December 2009.
