Sunday, August 17, 2008
/ 9:03 PM
I wrote this sometime today, do poems really reflect one's innermost feelings?
Hurt
Everything i wished, across me And i see her, my heart wavers, former resolve goes unstable My heart i've been closing up with ice, trying to freeze Never enough, she breaks the icy walls down with ease
Try as i might, hardest, i appear indifferent In this case, an entirely new level of hurt transcended For whatever it is, i'm still somehow there, and i don't know Only truth here is that i ain't fine i used to be strong
But what can i do? Its your choice It's not for me to say, i have no voice Yet without a voice i yearn to say Though i should walk away my feelings wanna stay
So i close my eyes and pray to God For whatever it is he wants me to do And as i say by your will Lord Tears roll, they don't stop and outside the rain pours
A bitter laugh, a sad smile. I still feel hurt after all...
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