Searching for an ageless passion in a self destructive fashion,
Living life with no compassion, Such I've never felt before.
Slumped against an ancient Oak tree, Flash backs of the night you choked me,
Hearing all the words you spoke me, Broke me when my heart you tore.
Never will I let another, Enter in my spirit's door.
Trapped inside forever more.
Locked inside my feelings, crawling, Watching my high spirits falling,
Painful mem'ries of our brawling, Painful scenes I can't ignore.
Every minute of our fighting, Throwing, dodging, breathing lightning.
Tears of pain, your face delighting, Hateful face that I adore.
My face made you hate me more, Reasons I don't dare explore,
Missing how it was before.
Now I'm sitting, trembling, stalling, Now I hear your angry calling.
Hiding in the corner bawling, Sprawling broken on the floor.
Now I'm having trouble sleeping, Now I lie in bed here, weeping.
Fearful that you may come creeping, Shouldn't fear you anymore.
But I find my bleeding body, Damaged from the years before.
Broken body washed ashore.
-Lo Ruhamah
wow this is really good i wish i could right something anywhere near ur work. good jod :)
i think that you are a wondrous writer and i love all of your work
this is amazing, and very sad. :(
Skin may bruise and bones may break...but your spirit is untouchable..don't let the fear and the past tie it down. I feel you and I hear you.
Much love
Anne