Poetry is my escape. |
I will be ok.
death, pain, fighting, tears...
Why do I run from those I love?
Why do I hurt those who care...
I threw away your shirt today.
When I saw it I would remember...
Looking back, all I see
is how I could never be...
All I wanted was to make you happy.
Thats all I wanted to do...
Curse this blood running through my veins
It causes me such agony and defeat...
Every day I see them,
All around me now...
Twist the knife and let it hide.
We both know what runs inside...
My life is broken
Twisted and torn...
The depths of your soul
Calling to me...
I want to make you a mirror that will show you how truly beautiful you are, inside and out. Then you'll understand why I feel the way I do. |
You look at me and I feel your love radiating from you....sometimes its more than I can take, and I have to remind myself I'm not dreaming |
This whole thing, it's a like a disease, in which I have no cure....but I don't want one. |