My Biggest Mistake

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By little_irish_rose •

Loneliness teases, the tips of my fingers and toes... I sit here in my room, crying, looking at your rose... Tear drops kiss my cheeks, blood caresses my body... I'm trying to remember, when it was that you got me... And how it was that you lost me, and where, and when I lost you... Once you gave me too much love, and now I have too few... Dreadful nights have filled my past, and hurtful mornings never end... I've cause myself a world of hurt, and these scars will never mend.... So why am I sitting here crying, why am I loosing my mind? Because without you I cannot be me, without you I'm just not fine... If I say that I've screwed things up, and tell you the truth about it all, will you let me come back to you, or is it too late for me to call?

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September 15, 2005 22:02Don't build lies on ice cubes.

great poem, well written and easy to empathise with

September 17, 2005 03:56little_irish_rose

thanx

November 26, 2005 16:34Debz ~~ lost amoungst the pages of a story yet to be told ~~

This i can really empathise with i have these feeling also wanting to call and say whats on my mind constantly tearing me up to pieces. fantastic stuff thankyou for commenting on mine!!