| Poetry |
[Dec. 28th, 2004|06:44 am EST] |
| [ | I'm Feeling |
| |  Poetic | ] |
| [ | I'm Listening to |
| | Seal - Kiss from a Rose | ] |
Love's Escape
We fell in love,
it was all just a lie.
We were so close,
But always so far away.
What could have been,
it was never to be.
I was nothing to you,
just an object of escape.
Someone to make you feel better,
only to be tossed aside.
One who cared about you,
It was all for nothing.
I thought it was meant to be,
It was nothing but a fantasy.
The joyful dreams I had,
Now painful nightmares.
That object bleeding in your hand,
My heart after you ripped it out.
Time has moved on and so have I,
but the pain remains, along with the memory.
The past gone, but the pain still here.
Make it stop, make it go away.
End this misery. Take it from me.
From your thoughts, I am thrown.
Forgotten and left behind.
I find a new path, one I walk alone.
My journey endless, my destination unknown.
I continue to walk, then I stand alone.
With you, I'll never be.
Myself I'll always be by.
My search continues, all in vain.
Until one day, the pain is taken away.
Charlie Miller
12/28/04
Seperate Paths
We wander on, side by side.
Together now, our journey moves on.
The path easy, the way is clear.
Like all good things, it comes to and end.
Two seperate paths, which shall it be?
You chose yours, I chose mine.
So alike, but so different.
So close, but so distant.
You leave my side, you push me away.
This path I take alone, no one at my side.
You left me alone, all by myself.
Our paths grow distance, never to cross.
You've taken your path, I've taken mine.
Alone in darkness, I continue to venture.
Your path so bright, so full of joy.
Yours full of happyness, mine full of pain.
This isn't funny, it's not some game.
Two seperate paths, we walk away.
Never to see eachother again.
It's all gone away.
Charlie Miller
12/28/04
Yep, just some more poetry I thought up as I laid in my bed trying to sleep at about 7am. A lot runs through my mind when I'm left alone with my thoughts. Reminders of the pain I've endured and still suffer because I can't keep my mind off it when I'm alone. But hey, I'm still young. I'm sure they'll go away someday.
As everyone else has moved on, so shall I. Eventually the memories will fade, and I won't have to worry about it anymore. As much as I don't want it to be that way it really doesn't seem like I have much choice. But again, I could be wrong.
Either way, I'm me. And I'll always be fine. 'Hell, I always am. lol |
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