If I gave you my heart would you tare it apart? Could you, would you know what to do with a love so tender and true.From this I have seen and what could it mean that our actions speak louder than words. Or shall it be said that whispers in bed fall upon deaf ears by daylights dawn.
A pawn I’ll not be for if I’m set free then that will be that and the last of me you’ll see.
For a fool I am not nor do I ask of a lot
Just simply to be held in your heart.
You hide behind your broken wings taking only what you want when you need it.
Leaving a wake a hurt and confusion in your path.
All in the name of reclamation of self
All in the name of I can and me first.
Sadly when the dust settles I’ll be gone
And you’ll have missed out on the joy and happiness
I had to share, the undying love and need to nurture and care for you
To build you up and carry you when you were weak
That will all be gone as you’ve left me in the ashes
and broken pieces you left behind
Francine was right, your cruel. Greedy and cruel.
Once a good time girl always a good time girl.
i should have heard the train coming. It gave me warnings it tried to say. Im here for today, but i leave tomorrow.
**a poem that i wrote a year ago that i wish i would have listened to. sometimes our subconcious knows exactly what we need but our ID self is affraid to let go.