Treasure Island

Johnathon Kaniarz

(02-13-95 / Milan, Ohio)

Heartbeat is dead


Tears in my eyes
when will you realize
that my heart belongs to you
but theres nothing more I can do
I stand here staring at the ground
wondering if I will make a sound
but even my heartbeat is dead
nothing more needs to be said
I held onto you
for way to long
I dont know what to do
everything is all wrong
but you pushed me away
expecting me to stay
I held on by a thread
but now my hearteat is dead
you will never know
how to show
someone that you care
you just stand there and stare
why do you hurt me
when will you ever see
that I would die for you
I'll do anything you ask me to
but because of what you said
my heartbeat is dead

Submitted: Thursday, October 27, 2011
Edited: Monday, May 14, 2012

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