Feelings passed and hours have gone.
Distracted by these demons
of right and wrong
of fright and fear
anxiety now at its prime
I'd wince and whine
Or count the hours to the time I'd die.
Alone I feel, within this space
Slicing my arms in disgrace
Her face still stuck in my mind
Her eyes
Her hair
Her lips
which I find so tempting.
But I am only wasting my breath
Shaking hands with ideas of death
Hoping this pathetic pain will subside
Till then this heartache is by my side.
P.S. I LOVE HER
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