writing is my way of venting...tis what i do when i have nowhere else to go...the paper will always listen to my pain... |
This darkness which consumes
Now has me by the hand...
Things left unsaid,
Are weighing me down...
Staring out the window
smiling at the rain...
She stares through the open door
frozen in momentary shock...
The wind whispers silently
Speaking of truth, anger, love...
I sit in the silence
hearing words in my head...
I stumble onto the highway
completely unsure of how i got here...
Smothered in heat
waiting for rain...
She sees it all around her
the rush everyone seems stuck in...
Things left unsaid will evenutally weigh me down... |
I keep thinking of how different things would have been had we not started talking...i never would have been so heartbroken so soon...but then again...i never would have loved so deeply. |
How is it that you bounced back so quickly from this? ...it's been 2 1/2 weeks and i'm still hurting just as much... |