Saturday, December 10, 2011

The Death of Me

My heart stopped skipping beats with each ring of my phone,
Only to know now that it should still worry about this.
The dreaded phone call of your quiet heart
Would freeze me to death.
The key, dear is to live your life,
As if tomorrow's coming..
Because in your case, my dear...
Your death would be the death of me.

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