"Is it possible to die from a broken heart?...
maybe it is...
Is it possible that i didn't give all that i could give?...
Maybe the birth of my unborn infant will give me all the more reason to live...
Every time that i breathe...
I inhale with a thought of you in mind...
I just need a minute of your heart...
And for all its worth...
A century of your time...
It seems as if only you can erase this pain that feels to be written in permanent ink...
I think of you and find myself frozen in thought...
So all i do is think...think...think...
Cause your a part of me...
And in nine months you'll be living free...
Hopefully in a world that is allergic to pain and fatigue...
A world with no space or time...
And inspiration is the only cure for common disease...
Cause this despair got my heart feeling impaired...
Causing me to breathe like I'm allergic to air...
And you have yet sin...
So i feel as if you don't deserve to live here...-
Nide Corniell
©2008
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