|
Oh god.
OH, MY GOD.
What has happened, what is happening?
I thought I cried all the tears there were to cry,
Laughed at all your jokes,
Loved all the ones meant for me to love,
Screamed all the pain I could scream,
Worked in all the ways I could possibly work,
And what does it all come down to?
How do you take all this away?
How do you ignore, what you want to ignore?
Bleed all the blood to bleed, die in all the ways you want to die, and
Run when you need to run?
And expect others--to do what?
Honor you, respect you, LOVE YOU?
What has happened?
Can you tell me?
|
1
البطاقات
يجب أن تقوم بتسجيل الدخول لتستطيع أن تضيف tags.
|
ملف بيانات الكاتب
charliedontsurf
my soul belongs to the earth, the water and the air, the precious place where i live. writing is a place where one can go to imagine, create, weave, just like any artist. to write is a powerful tool that can be used to benefit others, in their quest and on their path.
|
تعليقات
Adham Tobail | Mar 14th, 2009
yes whats happend
good my friend
adham
gaza
love life baby pebbles | Mar 19th, 2009
An old poem from 2001. Thank you for comment "adham"
|
|
