Burning
Desprite for the one I need,
I would die for him I would bleed,
Looking into his eyes as i walk by,
trying not to stumble because i know i will cry,
I was used and confussed by his need,
He didn't care and made me Bleed,
My blood driped all over the floor,
i feel weak and a little to sore,
Too kind hearted to let go of this,
thinking to much about this that isn't bliss,
My scars will not heal with him around,
Im moving on with a painfull frown,
woundering if i will ever met the one to turn it upside down,
I will try not to have this pain no more in my life,
making sure my heart is safe and not close to an evil knife.
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