Author Elizabeth Morris he told me it wouldnt hurt. But he killed me anyway. he said, ''goodbye.'' why say ''goodbye'' when you can say ''hello'' he told me to die. He said leave. Get on the plain, and go. I will not dwell on you anymore. Im dessolved, and finished! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments