The Warning Poem by Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)

Written By Elizabeth Antionette Livingston

I lay down, cause I know what it feels like to drown, in sorrow. Wandering what tomorrow holds. Hoping my life will unfold. My heart feels cold, cause my love is gone, everything is wrong. Inside, I cry cause my heart slowly dies. I just got to dry my eyes; as tears drip off my chin. I'll began to tell you about him. My love, makin' me feel high off no kind of drug. He makes my heart sore. I just want more of him. But now my life is dim. You'll never see a grin, on my face no more. As the rain pours outside my door I just want to run, as I put this gun to my head, as I lay down in my bed. I pull the trigger hopping' someone will say lord please forgive her. I shiver, as the built plunges into my skull. I cry, as the pain rushes through my soul. I'll never grow old now. Then paw, another built hit me in the heart. Thinkin' this wasn't to smart,
he wasn't worth it, I admit. As the blood covers my sheets my soul slowly
creeps, to hell; I begin to yell, as the fire consumes me, thinkin' I'd be free,
from pain, but what did I gain. I was wrong! This is worst then when he was
gone. SO THIS IS A WARNING. Just wait for morning. The pain of him
gone won't be long. For hell last forever and you'll still never be together.