i let you in
and in you came
crawled deep inside
and curled up
under caverns and in shadows
and settled there
won't budge
or depart
merciless mocking my heart
you etched your name deep within
and it can't be removed or even faded
my love for you
streaking across my mind like falling stars in a night sky
forever falling into an abyss that grows deeper
stretching to infinity
beyond all reason or imagination
forever falling into memories and wishful thinking
and you left me
but didn't
and won't
and can't
you planted your roots deep
choking out hope for anything beyond you and me
and all i see when i look down into my garden is the budding flowers of my love
and the stranglehold of weeds that have grown there
cutting off my love and soul
leaving me desolate and broken
i cannot remove you
remove myself from this destruction
i hold myself there
surrounded by regret and pain
and cradle it to me
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Lost
Lost in her own world of fairy tales and illusions
she stands alone while the crowd presses against her like a surging wave
bound to this life of solitude
her own design and desire
...and despair
Lost in this place
this time
this space
lost in herself
lost in who she is
and who she is not
or how the world sees her
if at all
lost in familiar battlefields she has traversed before
and will over and again
constant war for who she was
and is
and ought to be
a war that has run its jagged edges upon her soul
engraved its signature mark upon her heart
that fresh, seeping wound that time may heal
...or not
she stands alone while the crowd presses against her like a surging wave
bound to this life of solitude
her own design and desire
...and despair
Lost in this place
this time
this space
lost in herself
lost in who she is
and who she is not
or how the world sees her
if at all
lost in familiar battlefields she has traversed before
and will over and again
constant war for who she was
and is
and ought to be
a war that has run its jagged edges upon her soul
engraved its signature mark upon her heart
that fresh, seeping wound that time may heal
...or not
Sunday, September 4, 2011
it's a crying shame
Its a crying shame that you played me so
got me so low
you let me go
Its a crying shame that you aren't a man
can't make a plan
don't give a damn
Creator of my pain
you kissed my tears away
then made them spring again
And its a crying shame that you can't see the best in me
the best of me
the rest of me
It's a crying shame that you'd just up and leave
no room to grieve
no urge to cleave
Excuses and petty games
while I wait for you to take my hand
and make a stand
And it's a crying shame I'm stuck on you
that I feel so blue
that I love you true
It's a crying shame but not meant to be
so I'll let you go
and set me free
got me so low
you let me go
Its a crying shame that you aren't a man
can't make a plan
don't give a damn
Creator of my pain
you kissed my tears away
then made them spring again
And its a crying shame that you can't see the best in me
the best of me
the rest of me
It's a crying shame that you'd just up and leave
no room to grieve
no urge to cleave
Excuses and petty games
while I wait for you to take my hand
and make a stand
And it's a crying shame I'm stuck on you
that I feel so blue
that I love you true
It's a crying shame but not meant to be
so I'll let you go
and set me free
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