Trying To Be Real

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By Loneliness is condescending

I died before I said the words, You were meant to hear. With the words I love you, Echoing on a breath I never meant to use. In the darkness of the light An in the agony of my hopelessness I lay in the trap we wove Waiting for my humility To blanket me in forgiveness

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May 15, 2006 07:16lost the lonely dead

regret? as a poem its good....its sad or is it really? its i dunno hard for me to say, but i know what its like....a certain scene replays over and over when i think about this something that actually happened but seemed so detached from reality i wondered at the time if it really had or if i had been mistaken, *grins* it humors me to think you could mean this about something toootttalllly different then what my mind wanders off with

May 15, 2006 07:27lost the lonely dead

and well i only really regreted saying "i love you" once but the few other times ive thought i meant it i wonder if it had the density and reality it shoudl have, still i wish i could leave even love behind and go on a road trip somewhere im ready to just go, forget work parents and other people i need to get away and im sick of saying it, love your writing *thumb up* maybe after a break from life ill see things more clearly throuhg my muddy glasses, i think thats one reason i said once i didnt care about having a girlfriend anymore i swear im going insane

June 15, 2006 16:56Faith

I love reading your poems, this one is amazingly good!