
When you're sad, it's ironic how you push away the people who care about you the most..
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Words: 188 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 1 - Published: 04-05-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2656015
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When I fly away into my own sweet world
You try so hard but you cannot retrieve
Try to pull me back…the only one who cares
Who will not abandon, who will not leave
You didn't realize who I am
Because I am a sinner, ungrateful
My heart hardened, my soul frozen
My lies, at their best, ungraceful
I try to forget and to escape
Somewhere where I can't feel pain
You, so kind, try to save me
Erase, or darken, remorse's stain.
I'll have to admit, my heart sometimes breaks
Because my tears mean so much to you.
It's so difficult, so trying for me to prohibit
You from saying "I love you"
Onerous to live with the fact
That after all, its not some thing I deserve
I should not be the rose, but instead the thorn
And be thrown away, not be preserved.
But all the same you're here to stay
You won't hear a syllable of my words
You strive and toil to find my spirit…
Sorry to say, sweetheart, it has flown like a bird….
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