Poetry » Love »

Watching you slip though my fingers
Author:
0.0 NightRiders 0.0 PM
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
A+  A-   Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten

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

--

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

--

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

--

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

--

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

--

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

--

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.

Favorite : Story Author   Follow : Story Author

  .    .