So many feelings I have
bottled up inside..
loss.. lies.. since my birth my heart has cried..
love’s constantly getting misapplied...
A soul left tightly wound...
my heart their recreational playground
why do they just want to play with “my toys” I ask myslf..
don’t they realize they’re just decoys for the schoolboys..
I’m manipulated by their teases of life long pleasing
a pawn for their wants and I need them so I please em..
Inside I try to forget my hearts pleas and cries..
but they burst from the darkness and I fall to my knees and sigh..
Why oh why..
Not again this time..
My eyes blind to the reality hiding in the darkness found in my mind..
Holding on.. one more chance.. for one more glance..
Feet numb unable to make my stance..
I continue choreographing this dance of true love and romance..
But mine eyes remain glassy in a trance..
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By Lisa Roberts
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