It’s here again,
It’s the same every year,
My heart breaks in two,
One part Anguish,
One part despair,
Yet there you stand,
With a smile on your face,
My Face shows the pain,
The rage I try so hard to encase.
What did I do wrong?
Is it something I said?
Maybe I should have tried harder?
Would it be easier if I was dead?
All these questions run through my head,
The silence now painful,
Not a word is left.
But I still think of things,
That I should of said,
With the tears that I shed,
Over you each day,
When I see you smile,
And wave goodbye.
A contest entry
- there is no such thing as the past cuz memories haunt forever.. by Temptation..
700 points, ended February 10, 2009, 25 entries
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Comments
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Aw, mate, you should go punch the person who broke you... Orrr you can just put your middle finger up? Alright, so my sympathy is not really all that great, but the poetry is... I'll even punch the person for you -coughs-
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ouch. this is sad. and oh so true. thanks for entering and good luck!!
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