Saturday, 18 April 2009

a new one

from you to me
from i to you
strange how
it never comes true.
how my dream
feels surreal:
haunts me when
i close my eyes
and nothing
is as true to me
as those little
white lies
i tell myself to
stay alive and
keep from free
falling, but life
won't let you live
a lie,
catching you up
in it's truthful tide;
of feelings when i
hear you calling
worst of all
is all consuming
that makes you
pause and wonder:
what is life if we are
left alone to wonder
through time with
out another beating
heart close to ours?
or worse, torn
give that little drug,
taste of what
could be, then
denied it again.
keep thinking,
'time heals all wounds'

1 comment:

Nan-chan~~~ said...

For some reason your poem reminds me of Severus Snape. I don't know why... I think it is because there's a feeling of gaining something and then losing it again...

Recently, I've been thinking on big questions of what I want out of life... and things like that... Do I want to play it safe? Or do I want to grab that moment like M'n'M suggested?

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