Wednesday, May 2, 2007

During history.

Perhaps the mistakes shes made should catch up and cause her pain
She's sick of hurting and crying, too much pain and lying
Trying her best to catch herself when she really wants to fall
Support her broken heart; before she looses it all

Perhaps she's planning on giving in, die cit written all over her paper cut skin
Cries for help are ignored and shot down, alone in the silence and comfort is found
Perhaps its her fault he is gone, away from home, locked up for so long
The guilt is crushing her heart, bit by bit, tearing her apart

She feels alone, prove her wrong - take her hand, she wont last long
Perhaps she shouldn't feel this way, her eyes revile the words she cant say 
Bury her head in your arms, let her cry - perhaps her wings are broken because she can't fly.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

the poem is nice!!! :)