May 1, 2010
Your words
Like tiny little ants
Crawling scurrying never resting
Echo in my ear
I can not forget
As you refuse to forgive
My hope dwindles
You don’t see through the charade

Letting it go
Is impossible
And I can not decide
My next move
I am weary of any remaining strategy
Theory vanished thin into the air
Your heart has escaped
And I have lost my grip

What I saw beneath the flesh
That whispered hidden truths
Sad how we had but the slightest clue
That it would all so swiftly and unpredictably
Conclude in such a predicament
In just a flash
One single strike
Was all it took

So I ask myself
What is worse:
To lose you
Or to never have you at all?

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DemonXxXchild903 said...
Jul. 4, 2010 at 8:13 pm
I envy you! I wish so badly that I could write poetry like you! Very good!
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