Days pass
when I just cannot
smile,
or see light...
times when friends
ask,
"why so sad."
It is I who
cannot decepher
that as well...
There are times
when I hold up my heart
and happy
that no one
has claimed my
vulnerable heart just yet
but there are times,
when my sorrow
produces
only the sole
art of it's expression
that could yeild a sea...
when I
think to myself
when will I be released
when will I be freed,
Is there a reason
why you are doing this to me.
It's far too cruel
to give and take
give and take...
to give less than
what you take,
till I have not more
of a spirit
to wish to be loved
again,
I am afraid of love.
