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Poem: bad breakup. |
To live consumed with passion A life engulfed in flame To live in hiding ‘neath my scars And taking all the blame You’ll never know the pain I felt At hearing your goodbye You’ll never know my hunger Or the tears I’ll never cry. You said that we made gravity The night that we first met But gravity is permanence and You so soon forget I’m not the type to sit and pine for What I know cannot be mine, so All I want to know is why I’m filled with tears I’ll never cry. A touch that soothed my troubled world A kiss that reached inside And found the hidden parts of me The parts I tried to hide I’ll find another, there’s no doubt and He won’t make me cry But thoughts of him will not compare to Thoughts of you and I. I’m not the type to sit and pine for What I know cannot be mine, so All I want to know is why I’m filled with tears I’ll never cry. The question you have left me with Will eat away my soul The mystery behind it all and Why you let me go I want to see you one last time And taste your tender kiss I want to feel your hand in mine For you to tell me this- Tell me it was all a joke That you were never there Tell me that you played a part I think that’s only fair Tell me that I’m obsolete, please Tell me that I’m gone Without your heart to sing to Just existing here seems wrong. I’m not the type to sit and pine for What I know cannot be mine, so All I want to know is why I’m filled with tears I’ll never cry. Do you think of me in passing? As a soft, sweet melody? For I recall that night in bed You showed your heart to me And in my naïve innocence I bound myself to you You cut my lines with sharpened blade Before I even knew. I’m not the type to sit and pine for What I know cannot be mine, so All I want to know is why I’m filled with tears I’ll never cry. |