why am I here?
why are you here?
other than to experience life
in all its grandeur and illusion
the good, the bad, and in between
lately it seems more bad tha the latter
a black depression clouds my mind
lightning in front, rain behind
can I save myself? am I able?
can I hold the sun to dry the stable?
or will I burn my hands from love and lust?
love.... the bloody beating in my chest
lust.... the barbed wire around my neck
those of which we hold so precious
nothing but fucking lies and deception
Id rather drowned in a pool of my own blood
than hear your lies of what could or should
I was cursed at birth with this trait
the need for love, for romance, to dance, to be
to feel, to see, to hear and reel.... in love
alas, I am a worthless, hopeless cause
a man with love in his soul bound to a cross
soon enough..... the love will stop beating
the barbed wire pulled tight
until the light fades and life is fleeting
| Oh my gosh... this is such a powerfully sad poem! Why does love have to hurt? Why can't you find the true love that is meant for you? I hope for you one love, one happiness, and less pain! You know, love shouldn't hurt... if only you could find the person for you!|
Good luck my friend.
|| Posted on 2005-04-18 00:00:00 | by psycho_1 | [ Reply to This ] |