Is it possible to die?
Or possible to lie,
That your heart’s so fly,
When you can’t even lay,
Peaceful without a why.
My hurtbeats away,
And for the very first day,
It’s not a jolly way,
How I wish I had a say,
I would rip it out and away,
Just to take the hurt ache away.
Is this what lovers love?
Or did I get a wrong move?
Coz I would rather alone live,
Than my heart away give,
For another’s love,
And honey words of clove.
I have never had such hurt,
Or desire to bring a halt,
To my fragile heart,
So it could stop the hurtbeat.
Can one die of a broken heart?
If can curse down fate,
Doom has with me caught,
However if cant,
Everything has a first.
Hush little heart,
Him we will forget,
Or die trying that.
