What Do I Want From Me, by Loneliness is condescending
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Alone and forsaken my soul beings to rot in this house
My eyes are full of empty promise waiting to be fulfilled
Unmoving my limbs are growing useless under this collecting
dust
Face turned away betrayed
Please do not return my heart is slowly healing
I’ve spent my tears so let them rest
In this underlying darkness of my soul
I leave a message to my self
Begging for my heart to change
There it lays pasted to my soul
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:49:10 UTC |
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2006-03-29 18:45:33 | lost the lonely dead |
its good to see someone else say the same thing, i must not be totally out to sea, then again.......well, good luck looking for an answer |