poem or what i think could be a poem
Tell me when to stop believing
And warn me when I’m no longer seeing
Kill the phrase that stabs like daggers in your head
And come back to me as a sweet memory
That no longer torment my days as gloomy as they may seem.
Notify me when the world stops spinning
And I will call you when my heart stops beating
I don’t know if I’m your bad luck nor if I’m just a thought
But how can I know what I am if you don’t even know what you even are
do tell me what you think so far please
And warn me when I’m no longer seeing
Kill the phrase that stabs like daggers in your head
And come back to me as a sweet memory
That no longer torment my days as gloomy as they may seem.
Notify me when the world stops spinning
And I will call you when my heart stops beating
I don’t know if I’m your bad luck nor if I’m just a thought
But how can I know what I am if you don’t even know what you even are
do tell me what you think so far please