Yesterday, when in slumber light and chill,
Drenched in cold sweats, upon my couch I lay...
I wish to write a poem,
Of grieving, pain and loss...
You used to push me on the swing
youd push me really high...
She walks around
Her head always down...
As i lay in bed dreaming of my past
i tremble with fear and tears stream down my face...
Sometimes I wear a mask
To hide the hurt I feel...
I want to be free.
free from all the hurt, free from me...
I loved him and he loved me,
We were best of friends there for each other just...
She sits idly by, bon bons at the ready
watching the same old crap on T.V...
Out of all the people that miss him,
I miss him the most...
One day i found myself on the wrong side of a gun,
except i was holding it! it was me! i was the one...
Falsified emotions rest dormant tonight
Upon sand stones of volcanic misery...