Just as my heart decides,
That it may want to love again,
My memories quickly remind me,
Of the cruelty of a man.
A relationship, I must have again,
To ever ease the pain.
But with each opportunity, the door I shut.
The chance forever lost in vain.
What shall I make of my teetering little path?
Which direction should I go?
The path of least resistance, or of wrath,
Please allow the answers to freely flow.
My heart is a chirping bird,
Who never learned to fly.
Was removed from the nest too early,
So now opportunity passes by.
Will I ever learn again,
Trust these broken wings?
Stretch them out, look to the sun,
Wondering, what life shall bring.
Pain has not escaped me,
Pity is my poisoned curse.
Wishing I could end it all,
With the last stanza of this verse.
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