Category: Writers Block
Yes that's me that you hear calling
those are my tears that you see falling.
You ask me if I'm ok
and what can I say but "yes"
You say you love me and of course I reply
but I've never once let you see me cry
for I am so much stronger than that.
I hate you, want to see you burn, and I can leave you anytime.
but I still say "I love you"
I'm still the one you need.
They all say "aww, what a cute couple"
and yes, I force a smile to hide the contempt.
You flippantly speak of marriage.
Do you know how much that scares me?
I tell myself I'll just say no
but look at where I am now.
And oh God how I dream of him
an image of perfect poetry.
My musical warrior forever gentel.
what the fuck is wrong with me?
I can't compare every man to a dream
this hope that I cling to with every ounce of strength.
This is my reality, I have to face it right?
And another tear trails down my cheek.
good one. i love it
The sadness so can be felt by your words penned
Interesting. Though not an uncommon storry, I've never scene it in poetic format, but I think it works. Good job.