PIH (17/09/1987 / )

Buried Dead

When Two Pieces Of Broken Heart Cannot Be Glued,
That’s When I Die Waiting For You.
Bury Me, Like They Do To The Dead,
But Don’t Put Me In A Coffin
Bury Me In Your Heart Instead.

At Least I’ll Be Dead And Have Peace Ahead
Knowing I Sleep In The Very Place I Always Chased.
Because All I Ever Wanted Of You
Was To Give Me The Key To Your Heart.
And I’ve Got The Key Today, But…

…The Love Is Silenced And I’m Buried Dead.
Spiritless
Buried Dead…

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Comments (18)

This poem is so sad. I feel your sadness coming through your words. I hope you soon find another love for broken hearts do mend. Irene *Hugs*
rise Pd. rise from crevices of that cruel heart and show world you can survive. nice poem... thanks for sharing.
Preeti, I feel you and me are one.Its the same soul.
Many a true word, a nice poem thank you.
Greatly said, the way poetry should be written
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