poem number 6
2005-08-17 - 3:30 p.m.

written on 16/08/05

As i sit here bleeding,
And i let myself go,
Thoughts of you meander,
And change into an endless flow.

All my breath i've wasted,
Every last word i've said,
They all fell flat on their face,
Flew right over your head.

Don't think that I can't see,
Through your endless lies,
Yet all of it you expect me to believe,
And for that you i despise.

I've become hollow,
Just like an empty shell,
Didnt expect that you i'd follow,
And end up in this hell.

Sometimes i wonder,
When will it end?
When will i get the truth?
And not let my heart depend?

Please don't break my heart,
I'm broken enough as it is,
Shattered into a hundred pieces,
Do you even notice something's amiss?

My child,
Our love isn't true,
You weren't meant for me,
And maybe i wasn't meant for you.

Maybe we needn't be doomed to this,
Perhaps there's something more,
Maybe God meant to show us,
Love is nothing but a whore.

copyright. me. 2005.

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