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DEDICATED TO ALL WHO TRULY CAN NOT LET THEIR HEART LOVE
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WITH TEARS I CRY FOR ME, AN FOR THE LOVES I HAVE LEFT BEHIND, FOR A TOUCH THAT CRINGES MY SOUL, AND AN EMBRACE THAT FRIGHTENS MY MIND, I HAVE CROSSED PATHS, WITH LOVE, AND YET I RUN FROM IT’S AFFECTION,
LOVES SCARES ME, A KISS THAT STILLS MY BREATH WILL NOT LET ME BREATHE, THE AIR OF LOVE HIDES ME IN MY ROOM, MY DOORS STAY SHUT SO THAT I MAY NOT KNOW IT’S MEANING, CRY FOR ME MY SOUL WHISPERS IN MY EAR,
I SEE LOVE AS A PASSING IN THE NIGHT, A DREAM THAT TURNS INTO A NIGHTMARE, AND A FAIRTALE THAT LET’S ME SEE THE DARK SIDE OF PASSIONS TRUTH, MY OWN MISTAKES, FALL INTO PLAY, MY TREASURE OF TRUST DOES NOT LET MY DIARY REST, MY PEN SPEAKS THESE WORDS FOR ME,
I WRITE ANGUISHING WORDS THAT I ALONE CAN NOT SOLVE, MY PEACE IS BROKEN LIKE THE SEASONS THAT CHANGES MY MOOD, AND I CRY FOR AN UNFALLEN LOVE THAT WILL NEVER LET ME LOVE,
WALK AWAY MY WORDS SCREAM OUT LOUD, AS I WATCH SUNSETS COME AN GO, OCEANS WAVES BEAT AGAINST MY DOOR, WAKEN UP THE DEAD CELLS THAT LIES IN ME, MY HUMAN HEART DOES NOT REMAIN, WHILE MY SOUL LET'S MY EYES SEE LOVE AS A HEART ACHE, A MIRAGE PAST,HAUNTING ME IN THE FUTURE
I HAVE GROWN WEARY
I HAVE GROWN COLD
I HAVE GROWN OLD
SORROW COVERS THE DOUPT THAT HAS FOLLOWED ME
AND I HAVE LIVED WITHOUT LOVE,
AS I REVIEW THE YELLOW PAGES OF A MAD WOMANS DIARY,
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