express this heartfelt gift
eventually the world will listen
even if it's too late, to take notice
i can live with it.
sadness is a part of me
down inside of me
happiness is a cover up for those who wouldn't see,
what's really going on
and i'm so far gone, that i cant describe
how i'm feeling inside,
what's it gonna be?
i'm wondering.
this fear of all
wells up inside,
and tears, that i never knew were there
roll down my face
it's a lonely confession.
this poet in me, keeps to himself
when he's lonely,
and nothing fits.
lurking in darkness, trying to find it again
dear lady, hold me
because i woke up this morning
feeling something i cant relate to,
like a nothingness in my chest
and it's heavy.
ican remember when you wrote this one...
will you send me a copy of ~aqua marine~?
thank you,
angie
The closing to this piece is very touching.
To me it seemed that was when the confession came out.
Remarkable work!