Looking back at you my dearest
The pretty little face
And hair ever so long
You think you know everything
Yet you barely have a page in the book of life
My little dear listen close
Life is cruel and hard
Quiet simply it will end one day
And in between is either spectacular or hurts
More than any graze or scratch
My dearest I do not know why they brought us
To terrible world
Oh my little dear
I wish I could let you stay this age
Where you could cry about a graze
And didn't know the meaning of love
I tell you know my dear
Catch a virus, a disease
And let your pretty little head stop thinking
Be preserved at the age of beauty
And do not come to where I stand
You know not of what I do little darling
You have no idea the tears I've held inside
Or how many times I have wished to never wake up
I found a chasm and now I'm wrapped
Deep inside it's hardening grasp
Little child
You know not of the scars that I behold
Away from seeing eyes
Or the thoughts that run through my shattered mind
Society abuses you and finds a way to break
Your pretty little heart
Oh my darling
Please oh please don't become like me
Don't stop smiling or laughing
Don't hold your pain inside
Never reach for the escape I did
If you turn like I did
Baby, just do what I don't have the guts to do
And fall into a new style of remembrance
Author notes
wouldn't it be lovely to just have kept all those good memories and never felt the pain?
A contest entry
- . by Aurora Ceres.
600 points, ended August 19, 2007, 17 entries
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Comments
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It would be lovely but, unfortunately, we learn so much from the pain we're dished out in life. I enjoyed the whole piece and the last several lines really touched me. Very nicely done. Thank you for entering and best of luck to you.
Bella
