dead alive

poem made for your own interpretation.

feeling up and down

this novelty of poetry

no sense or reason at all

no fear, no glory at all.

Dying to be in your arms

dying to see your tears running through your cheeks

I'm waiting for you in this glory

I will always watch over you because I don't need to die

I'm already dead.

Reviews

[Katie L]

i like this poem, well written.