As I Slowly Rot
You spoke of love, I disagree
You have easily gotten over me
We didn't even have a massive fight
We just stopped speaking one winter night
I had to speak, show that I care
My hearts broke, my fingers bare
You are always in my thoughts
As my heart dies and slowly rots
And as it gets buried deep
I'll be alone until I sleep
March2014
(c) Annemarie Cockburn
@poetandartist
