sunday, sunday, sunday. <br />all is moving, heart is beating. <br />a question and an answer <br />never thought i'd hear you say. <br />i dont remember dying <br />but the paper knows the pain. <br />sunday, sunday, sunday. <br />it beats beneath my chest. <br />holding on, all but destroyed. <br />i hold only memories in my eyes. <br />and those promises. break them? <br />i can't, i can't, i can't.<br /><br />Shelby Burnside<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunday-sunday-sunday/
