Tuesday, June 6, 2006

Flipping through the diary
that I carry along
Inside are many things
written about you
You hate being left alone,
accustomed to being protected,
you find me only when you're lonely
I look at my feelings
that I'’ve written down
I find myself in a
depressing situation
I waited a long time for you
I cry whenever I think of you
What exactly is happiness?
I Loved you until it hurts
It hurts until I cry
I cry until I'm tired
Every page inside the diary
Writes about your positives
Like I'm addicted to a poison
It repeatedly blinds and poisons me
I Loved until it hurts
It hurts until I cry
I cry until Im tired
My heart clashes with my desires
I tell myself to let go
Close my eyes and
let you walk away
As I burn my diary

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