Screaming
When I say and write this,
I am screaming at the top,
Just give me one last kiss,
Then maybe we can stop.
I was dreaming,
The life I was living,
The time I was saving,
Now I am leaving,
Reality is setting.
I was blinded,
Being simple minded,
And maybe Confounded,
By a promise that was dead.
Asking for truth and getting lies,
Getting naive as time flies.
When you said it was me,
I thought of how happy we could be.
Then I got to see,
I have to set myself free.
They say you live and you learn,
But my heart and trust you have to earn.
And I hope you learned,
Because the next one might leave you burned.
Copyright © Natasha Thandie | Year Posted 2012
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