A Common Cause For Concern
And, as if they told you something,
You didn't know anyway.
As if you had a friend you didn't want to lose,
The fondness of another,
It kills your very escence,
Your very hope, dies.
And the way you worry,
But people, tell you,
You can't do anything,
Just stand on by,
But how can I stand there,
And watch my friend go?
It's not you,
It's the fact that I can't eat,
Sleep, or breath,
Without thinking about you,
Without worying about it.
"You can't do anything,
Helpless little fool,
You can't exactly, say anything, you fool,
Since she'll only think your,
Trying."
And, then, when the strain of breathing,
And not eating, really gets to you,
You'll fall,
Fall, then, it'll happen.
But I 'spose, it won't matter,
Since your blood'll already have been spilled.
This, pain, I can't withstraint,
This feeling, gotta' take somethin',
To pull me back,
To reality.
I just feel, like crying,
Like crying, like leaving it all.
To burn.
Leaving you to wander.
Blood dripping from your soul.
But, whos fault will it be?
Mine for not watching?
Yours from not seeing?
Or hers for being?
Who's fault will it be?
Who will be left dripping?
Labels: Poetry
posted by Amarynthous @ 7:15 pm
1 Comments:
Oh my dayz you are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good at poetry X.X it aint fair lol ^^ well i guess only a few ov us have the gift :P xXx
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