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by Cheyanne Aug 20, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
I feel so lost like I'm dying inside I thought I was found but it was all a lieI opened my heart as asked left unguarded to what may come like a fool I trusted this path I should have knownyou were playing me a fool I'm tired of this dance how can you be so cruel, after I gave you another chance!I see it's my pattern of sins I gave chances where not deserved quilt weaving as the wheel spins my last breaths taken by herSorry you read this you shouldn't be so intruding at least you found your bliss bury me! it's now your turnshovel by shovel dig by dig you took me 6 feet under but something still livesCan a heart still beat after the person is dead? it must since I feel it break by each word you saidyou said that you love me but him more but you claimed me your love just a couple hours before you said you want me...sure, maybe dead now you've abandoned me as the creek flows redbe haunted in your past never erased that I may just have some part No tears I cried upon my face only the red tears of my broken heartLove me, hate me, ignore as you may try what a price I payed for trusting in you not seeing that I was trusting a lie can you see what you put me through!Yeah, I can feel you running away I can't trust you anymore when you said "sorry" Is that all! sorry is all you can say!? goes to show you never knew what you wantnever visited tombstone lost in earth believe you might but you can't run away you'll get your just deserts soon to be over taken by bitter fatejust in case we ever do cross paths on my tombstone will be engraved "death by broken heart, trust, and love in past yet still a beating broken heart where I lay"now do you understand death by life with you? my nonliving broken heart beats a pulse endlessly still ache as I lay quiet each day through as you walk on my grave still stomping on my heart... I never restCan a heart still beat after the person is dead? it must since I feel it break by each word you said It seems I'll never rest in peace... still after death, my broken heart beats
by Ann Stareyes
Great job... Enjoyed the read...hugs, love, Ann