This is my 50th post on FictionPress as of today, Thursday, February 26th, 2009..
About this Poem: I wrote this a long time ago, and it really sounded cheesey. So I edited it. Nothing personal or anything, just a poem.


If I died tonight,

If my heart was too tight, and it squeezed me in,

Squeezed me into a shell of nothingness.

What would you do?

Would you die too?

If I died tonight, if all hope was gone,

Would you sing to me, my favorite lullaby?

How could I have known, what our friendship was?

How do I know, if your friendship was just from years ago?

How can I do this?

Is it you I'll really miss.

When I'm away?

I was at the end

Here is the prize I pay,

I thought you were my friend.

If I died today,

I wonder what you'd say.

Was I really just a disappointment.

Why could I never forget,

that that was what you would never say,

So why did I walk away?

What if I died this evening?

What if you knew I was leaving?

What would you do

To make sure I'll get through?

If I died suddenly,

I would die, gratefully.

And even if the war is lost

I still remember I was breaking your heart,

And taking, ripping it all apart.

If that is what it takes to win,

I just have to say…

If I died tonight,

Would you hold me tight,

Until you were washed away with tears?

But that would only happen,

If I died tonight.

So celebrate (by reviews!) with me as I venture on into a new stage on FictionPress. (or something like that!)