i write what i feel in verse..
but i don't think you hear.
this poetry - my blessing yet my curse,
because to you it falls to a deaf ear.
i scribed all night last night
to prevent myself from crying to sleep.
hugged my pen & pad so tight
that i knew before i even reread the piece it was just too deep.
that you wouldn't comprehend.
but i'd like you to try.
Just this once? if you do i'll never write for you again.
i'll never again cry
when you choose not to read a piece i wrote with my heart.
See.. i'M... i'M.. what better way to say it?
i am falling apart.
i get
no sleep, no peace of mind, when all i really want is simple serenity.
the peacefulness everyone around me has that i don't.
*chuckles* they envy me
but they have what i so desperately want.
read from my pages, i beg of thee
and let not a tear fall from your cheek
caused by this blueness that lies in me.
me.. weak
desperate, frustrated lil' me.
me with wings but no ability to fly.
no escape plotted in desperation to be free.
me.. a prisoner with hopes so high.
me.. utterly in love with a man that choose not to understand
that i speak the deepest with the
pen in my hand.
me.. crazy in love, trying to make you see.