That little voice

by kayla   Jul 27, 2005


Scared reminders on my arms remind me of my past,
The wounds will never heal, but my fragile heart breaks so damn fast,
Fist kisses, and first loves have brought me to this conclusion,
True love is nothing but heart ache hidden behind a mask,
When I first saw you that night I heard a little voice telling me not to go,
But when we locked eyes my smile couldn't help but show,
Now I cry myself to sleep, wake red and swollen,
Praying please just take me to heaven,
I remembered the first time with you everything around me died,
Including what little hope I once had hiding inside,
You left me full of irony,
Thoughts of love lying in the sharp end of a razor blade,
Smiling with relief as drip by drip watching my bright red blood down the drain fade,
I made love, you got laid,
You were my first kiss, I wasn't even your first kiss that day,
I thought you were an answered prayer, you were far from it,
At the one I'm reflecting pain through my tears,
And you don't even give a crap, you don't even care,
I giggle at the dead person in the mirror before I fall apart,
I should have listened to that little voice who whispered to me right from the start!

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