Hurt
My hurt that can't be seen
The pain that came
At the end of my dream
It's presense, a horrible thing
I want to let go
But it just seems to cling
It's maker, still walking around
Unaware of my worries
How hard I feel down
I need to hate
But love gets in the way
It holds my rages and makes me to
stay
Am I the fool
That you want me to be?
It isn't cool what was done to me
What should come
At the end of a dream?
When the star has been broken and
ruined the theme
I will survive
But just this one thing
I'm letting go if you can't fix this
dream
(Dedicated to Colleen Bono)
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2013
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