Post by .Syriana.x.Derek.x.Nathan. on Apr 10, 2006 21:05:23 GMT -5
.You guess about who I am only to find who I am not.
.My life a maze of new found locks, The keys tied to the light found at the end of life.
.As much as I hate to say it, I'm afraid, Afraid that one of these times you will break my heart beyond Repair, Every so often the cracks are sewn together as you show be some pity and care, and they you leave me under a Pile of despair.
.My phone rests upon my lap every night, hopeful eyes glancing at the screen each time it rings to see if its right.
.I don't know why I'm so disappointed each time I'm left waiting, waiting for you to return and keep my heart from fading.
.The steel chain that once once bonded out hearts now wears thin, the constant longing for you prays that it will mend.
.Your words become more distant and less frequent with each growing day, looking forward to see if one day I will make you Pay.
.Pay for the fragments of my heart that now lay behind, scattered along the path of my past that you you so kindly left to remind.
.You say you just didn't love me anymore, believing popularity is more important than my sanity, you left me for the state of mind that people work so hard to achieve only to fail.
.So I entertain you with these poems which feed so easily off my emotions, and yet you care so little when it is me that ties into all or these.
.My life a maze of new found locks, The keys tied to the light found at the end of life.
.As much as I hate to say it, I'm afraid, Afraid that one of these times you will break my heart beyond Repair, Every so often the cracks are sewn together as you show be some pity and care, and they you leave me under a Pile of despair.
.My phone rests upon my lap every night, hopeful eyes glancing at the screen each time it rings to see if its right.
.I don't know why I'm so disappointed each time I'm left waiting, waiting for you to return and keep my heart from fading.
.The steel chain that once once bonded out hearts now wears thin, the constant longing for you prays that it will mend.
.Your words become more distant and less frequent with each growing day, looking forward to see if one day I will make you Pay.
.Pay for the fragments of my heart that now lay behind, scattered along the path of my past that you you so kindly left to remind.
.You say you just didn't love me anymore, believing popularity is more important than my sanity, you left me for the state of mind that people work so hard to achieve only to fail.
.So I entertain you with these poems which feed so easily off my emotions, and yet you care so little when it is me that ties into all or these.