My heart's bleeding inside me
but I continue to fake "just fine."
Lying sweetly through a counterfeit smile,
reminding myself you're not mine.
With every part of me exposed I've waited for relief.
But time weighs down my tired heart constrains to scream release.
Goodbye my love.
You've come too late.
This broken heart of mine can't wait.
To you friendship means silence.
At least that's what I've percieved.
If you don't love me just say it.
You're not saving me any grief.
With every part of me exposed I've waited for relief.
But time weighs down my tired heart constrains to scream release.
Goodbye my love.
You've come too late.
This broken heart of mine can't wait.
My heart's bleeding inside me
but I continue to fake "just fine."
Lying sweetly through a counterfeit smile,
reminding myself you're not mine.
You're not mine.
Goodbye.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
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4 comments:
i like this. and i like you, yancy. thought you should know.
wow. its the song of my life. creepy.
is this for someone in particular? do we need to meet for ice cream and cry together?
Steph, don't worry. I wrote this a little while ago.
As for your first question:
practically all of the poems and songs I write are based off some sort of experience I've had.
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