Don't Play With Fire, Unless You Can Handle Getting Burned

Thoughts

Each day as I lift the fruits of adversity from my heart I hope you are dying slowly
Eyes wide open into the lively darkness where I yell and shout about all the ways you wronged me
Breaking in to plunder the castle of my dreams is not my idea of love.
You slam the door and you rush out
Repolishing your foolish doubt to a brilliant shine. Aren't you a sage!
so lately.. my beliefs have been wrung as they fall under the pain of restructure
The trio of voices in the silence is a tribute to all the things that like to linger.
I struggle with demons that follow and whisper things into my ears
So I'll sing a song with twelve happy verses to drown them out now..to dissolve these memories of you
You, with all your letters and your cards when all I wanted you to buy was the truth
Or an apology with actions that speak loudest tied on it like bows.
The abscence of a telephone ring says you have no remorse.
Perhaps you are sorry that the world might collapse on you eventually but
Not sorry that you broke me into a million pieces.
A million pieces of what was once the brilliance of my untouched eyes.
You left them blind and useless, scarred and full of lies.

Posted by: hitokiriyuki at June 26, 2004 17:31 | link | comments (2)
poetry

#1  27 June 2004 - 00:51

 

there was a story I began to read here some time ago but now I can't find it anymore

karol

#2  27 June 2004 - 00:52

 

oh wait I found it. ;)

karol