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Flatline
Lay your head upon my chest
There is not heart beat
It's a faint pulse at best
Years of hurt
Have left it battered and torn
Wearing it on my sleeve
Has left it weak and worn
I'm about to flatline
I have nothing else to give
Time to pull the plug
On this life that I live
By TheOneAboveAll
There is not heart beat
It's a faint pulse at best
Years of hurt
Have left it battered and torn
Wearing it on my sleeve
Has left it weak and worn
I'm about to flatline
I have nothing else to give
Time to pull the plug
On this life that I live
By TheOneAboveAll
Published 3rd Jun 2015
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6th Jun 2015 10:15am
Flavors of woe penned so perfectly!
I appreciate the succinct package, with such a startling *deep hurt wrapped in metaphor.
Awesome works, poet!
~d
I appreciate the succinct package, with such a startling *deep hurt wrapped in metaphor.
Awesome works, poet!
~d
6th Jun 2015 5:35pm
