These answers I seek
Through the eyes of another.
It all started
With you
Breaking my heart
Who could I turn to?
Mama won’t understand.
You knew I'd have
No place to go
You turn my life into
To a day-time show
You became nothing
More than a stranger
At my hearts door.
I hated you
But hated myself more
For hating you
I was as they say
"Whipped"
Forcibly binded to, you
Chained.
I did every thing
To make it up to you
Though I never
Did you wrong?
You were my sun,
My moon, my life,
And now
I was dead
Left to rot
In open nothingness.
That’s really when I meet
The perfect stranger.
She wrapped her angel wings
Around my heartless soul
Putting her lips
To mine the sun began
To shine
But still incomplete
I was
She wasn't you
She could never be you
You were my first
My last, my every move
I'd loved you...
And betrayed her
Still I search for
Love.
What does it feel?
Like?
Does every one feel
The same?
Can one see another?
And instantly know
That it’s with them they shall spend
Their life with to their dying day?
I don't know but that's what I seek,
Answers.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
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