marți, 1 martie 2011

Why

I wonder why.. im dreaming on ,
Why i keep waiting on the phone..
And how much .. from ur heart ..ive won
Or lost ..cause im afraid to dial..
Just breaking down...i laugh alone
On jokes ..that u once told me while
I used to love u in denial ,
Played by ur sweet and hostile con..
Yet since ur gone.. i dream in style ,
It still goes on .. and feed upon
This lie that i inflict myself..worthwhile..
These words that just convict my soul to trial
And tho between us grows a mile ,
Another one where thousands grown ..
I close my eyes , just to postpone
Myself to cry , once more ..hold on..
Until i can forget ur smile..


3 comentarii:

  1. I am a writer with published pieces but have never looked on myself as crazy

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  2. i look at myself sane also... ijust notice the same reality a lil different and express those differences by writing

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