Hanging on to Your Every [False] Word
A frail young mind,
You've altered and molded
Leaving my suggestions behind.
Your overwhelming power
Can't be turned down;
I love your control over me,
Even if you're the one making me drown.
Through all the shame and deceit
I can't help but still hold your hand
Continuously driving me inward,
In fear I'll take a stand;
Even then, that wouldn't be enough
Maybe I could break down the walls,
But the bricks are too tough
If I tried,
My fingers would be bloodied and broken;
If I were to hold your hand,
Our fingers wouldn't be woven
Together
We stand our opposites reflect,
But fit perfectly
Just like a train wreck.
A crooked smile you bare,
The one I'll never forget
Even if you beat me a thousand times,
My life with you, I'd never regret.
Ten years into our future,
I'm heaving my last breath
I can't believe it's going to end so soon
Forever hasnt come yet
Or maybe it has;
Forever in your eyes
May be already ten years past
Your hand raises once more,
I see the twinkle your fingers are wrapped around
I smile a bloody smile for our time before;
I knew it'd end this way
But who can say for sure
All I'm certain is
Once that knife drives into my flesh
(Twenty three times and counting)
I'll still love you
You've always given me your best;
And I believe you because you said it. |
Submission Name: Hanging on to Your Every [False] Word
