Standing On My Grave

I am trying to exist

though I'm dead...

I'm trying to breathe

though I lost life...

Everyday I am facing my grave

I have died with the love

you once professed...

You promised you're here to stay

But you turned your back

and left...

Your words you threw away

like dust in the wind they fade...

Now you are gone

like you're gone in the grave...

So I am...yet alive...

but I am standing on my grave...

Manuelle Augustine

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