Friday, 6 November 2009
07:32:27 PM (GMT)
there's no words in all the worlds history to describe how I feel.
except one synthetic word as cruel as summers death and winters rise.
that one synthetic word.
which drowns my happiness in its being and takes me to its grey ocean
so I may wash upon his dread full shore.
that one heartfilled yet heartless word.
Oh how it taunts my every being.
keeping me tied to the coral far far below.
so I have no choice but to swallow and drift
painfully to a dreary death filled shore.
It's not all its the end to my beginng the spite and jokes fates play
and never more will in love I'll stay
No spite me not my friend let me live to demise and end
for if you do his tounge will shoot through my heart and
leave me in parts!
Oh the crueal truth dispicable by its nature
run deep into this rusted heart and
tear my love apart!
and so aone more story ends one more play lay at rest
will another begin
or will there never be such a thing as just friends?
And he understands that any lie told
and hand that reaches for gold
shares my fated and truths
but none will follow the path I choose.
Alas I can not tis not my heart that whishes to nay it be my
mnd which speaking in harsh tones diables my well being
doth my pain dive into pleasure?
or my heart give to my mind
be it so or not so
your question I decline.
Last edited: 6 November 2009