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Contributed by poet_of_anger on Sunday, 23rd January 2005 @ 01:49:08 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



What would you have me do
Sitting here in tears for you
What would you have me try
I was never good at trying to lie
Maybe if I were to leave and never return
Maybe then I would have the time to learn
What went wrong I could write in song
And while I sing my pain I'd bring
I could sing out what is inside my heart
So that the rest of the world could know
The sorrows that are inside my soul
Not due to you but due to myself
Because of my life and self contempt
Listening to this voice that haunts me
That screams in the silence forcing me to flee
For death is the only thing that it wishes for me
And a new life is the only thing that I can wish to plea
And so I learn a new language that can start me anew
An ancient one that takes me farther from you
Ilicet I sing it is finished for us
Resurgam I say I will rise again when we can trust
What we both say to one another
Without fearing that we are lying to the other
Like olden times from so long ago
If only those were the sole times we did know
But they are not and we live with this resentment
That could take hold of our lives until our lives are spent
What would you have me do
Sitting here in tears for you
I plea hear my silent voice
I promise I will soon get to the point
A friend once said that when you give someone a piece of your heart
They will always have it even if you do part
I feel this piece missing and I wish it returned
Please heed this my plea and trust that I have learned




Copyright © poet_of_anger ... [ 2005-01-23 13:49:08]
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