Post by Amenoire on Jul 2, 2005 9:51:09 GMT -5
I can see your face through my prison's bars,
But you over look me 'cause of my past's scars.
You of all people should understand my pain,
But I guess that thoughts like that are thought only by the sane.
I hang my head low
and how I miss you so,
but there is no way for me to speak
since here in this prison the sound does not leak.
Those days of happiness remember,
Those long hours of steady work in September?
How could you forget?
How could you possibly forget?
You betray my memories and dreams,
But not only because your once thin form now bloats at the seams.
I almost want to laugh at your state,
But what good would that do at a time this late?
I see you suddenly walk closer to my cell,
Your fattened head held high but what for I could not tell.
I feel the anger spearin' the heart of mine
And you see that you've obviously crossed the line.
You don't come closer for the manic glint in my eye,
But yet I bekon you forward with a single lie.
"You promised to keep me safe and sound,
But now you've dumped me heartlessly in this hell of a pound.
You had once been so loving and kind,
But everyone changes when true love is what they need to find.
I had loved you and you loved me.
That no longer matters 'cause my hatred you can see."
You came closer to my cell of a home
With an expression so unreadable that I can only groan.
The pain of your gaze is worse then my mind,
Which, of all things, has hardly been kind.
Just leave me be
And please forget me.
I hate you and you hate me.
If only somehwere else I could find my felicity.
It makes only a little sense, but I wrote it after my cousin's boyfriend for five years dumped her and then moved away to be with another girl. He left a good paying job and an entire town that knew him to be with an under educated teenager in Las Vegas, leaving my cousin heartbroken. That was about three years ago and yesterday he came to our house. He had gained a lot of weight and now worked at Burger King and was wanting to talk to my cousin. I slammed the door in his face and then wrote this. I can't write poems very well, but I tried.
But you over look me 'cause of my past's scars.
You of all people should understand my pain,
But I guess that thoughts like that are thought only by the sane.
I hang my head low
and how I miss you so,
but there is no way for me to speak
since here in this prison the sound does not leak.
Those days of happiness remember,
Those long hours of steady work in September?
How could you forget?
How could you possibly forget?
You betray my memories and dreams,
But not only because your once thin form now bloats at the seams.
I almost want to laugh at your state,
But what good would that do at a time this late?
I see you suddenly walk closer to my cell,
Your fattened head held high but what for I could not tell.
I feel the anger spearin' the heart of mine
And you see that you've obviously crossed the line.
You don't come closer for the manic glint in my eye,
But yet I bekon you forward with a single lie.
"You promised to keep me safe and sound,
But now you've dumped me heartlessly in this hell of a pound.
You had once been so loving and kind,
But everyone changes when true love is what they need to find.
I had loved you and you loved me.
That no longer matters 'cause my hatred you can see."
You came closer to my cell of a home
With an expression so unreadable that I can only groan.
The pain of your gaze is worse then my mind,
Which, of all things, has hardly been kind.
Just leave me be
And please forget me.
I hate you and you hate me.
If only somehwere else I could find my felicity.
It makes only a little sense, but I wrote it after my cousin's boyfriend for five years dumped her and then moved away to be with another girl. He left a good paying job and an entire town that knew him to be with an under educated teenager in Las Vegas, leaving my cousin heartbroken. That was about three years ago and yesterday he came to our house. He had gained a lot of weight and now worked at Burger King and was wanting to talk to my cousin. I slammed the door in his face and then wrote this. I can't write poems very well, but I tried.
so sad...
...oh well.... 