
Standing by the sidelines, watching you slip though my fingers, and letting you do it.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 265 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 12-17-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2609379
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Watching you leave is like letting my heart burn to ashes.
she arrived at the door
i stare at her in awe
wearing a simple satin dress she captured my heart
and because of this, i wish to never part
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its such a silly thing that i believed
that someone like me, could capture you theives
you are a theif in my eyes, yet i still love you
you stole my heart, and yet i stand here in this revenue
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this poem i believe, may be simple and meaningless
but a part of me feels like that simple dress
so easy, so fine
yet in my hands you feel devine
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you resist, i persue
only to have my heart ripped in two
i stand there and watch, as you walk through that mans door
by denying my love, you deny yourself more
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just like that, a fluke of chance
you turn around, and meet my glance
i stand proud and gaze back
yet inside my heart feels that familiar crack
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it shatters, i falter
you walk away, and my eyes water
i refuse to cry, you arent worth my tears
and i realise, that this was what i feared
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I never chose this life
yet i dont turn to the knife
i may be lonely
i may be scared
But it gives me solace, that someone out there will care
I wrote this when i couldnt sleep, and i couldnt dream. Unable to do that, is something that may never seem like alot to you, but for me, its my only way to finding peace.
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