13 June 2012

you will never hear another word

come straight from my lips

but try to listen closely

to the echoes in the distance.

if you hear those faint screams

you'll see how much i care

you'll see im still holding on

to the scent of your midnight air.

i refuse to exhale

ill never take a breath

i know its worth the trouble

i swear its worth my death.

and if ever i point fingers

it will be in front of mirrors

before i put my face through them

to wipe away the tears.

{And this is my last poem guys. Thank you for the support, likes and RPs. I might not write again :( }

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