She stands there looking to the past,
Wondering how life changed so fast.
Scared that this might not be real,
She tries so hard not to feel.
Not to realize these emotions strong,
Are a blessing and in no way wrong.
Frightened of being alone forever more,
Still she bolted that chamber door.
Could it be that this confusion,
Is nothing but a sad illusion?
Wishing, hoping he will stick around,
So in sorrow she will not be drowned,
Trying to fight these feelings back,
To keep the heart still cold and black.
A blackened heart can't be pained,
Yet I now see that is nothing gained.
Nothing good comes from wearing a mask,
No change did he ever ask.
The first one to touch the soul,
Over these feelings I have no control...
To save myself from the emptiness..
With feelings of pettiness..
My thoughts to stay secure..
That your actions seem demure..
....... awww... writers block.. haha
*just got back from state softball game*
I'll contunue later, I think it's bed time for bonzo :)