I wrote this poem a couple of days after Marga's boyfriend broke up with her. She was sure she'll die without him. As it turns out, she survived to live a much happier life with a new man.
when you said "we need to talk",
i hoped we're not through
i replayed the past few days
trying to remember what i did to you.
Convincing myself against the truth
I rushed to your side a day early
you confirmed the thing i feared the most
and broke everything within me.
You promised we'll be together
you promised you are mine
I guess promises are meant to be broken
I just hoped the heart you broke wasnt mine.
Don't you worry my love, promise i'll rise
face the world with my head held high
my heart shall beat, i will be wise
Tommorrow, I'll fall in love. Today, I shall not die.
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