Seeds of My Pain
Black weeds of doubt
still sprout
from the seeds of me pain
remembering the day
when i had lost love again
after letting myself care much
forgot that love is hush
still I tasted the bitter
side of love that wasn't better
those words of pain from your letter
Ignored that, there is danger
in loving someone so much
that love is blind
takes over the mind
had treasured happiness
and locked it away in sadness
for black weeds of doubt
still sprout
from the seeds of my pain
As I force myself to remember
the drying, falling & dying
of our love in November
when summer started
had no love content
when the knife so sharp
those lies tore me apart
left me with black weeds of doubt
that still sprout
from the seeds of my pain
Now I cant say it no more
that I love you alot
for that repetition
does not bring correction
to the horror of my past
when i thought i had found love at last
until the day when all were gone
and our love was done
remaining with only black weeds of doubt
that sprout
from the seeds of my pain
they sprout
cause i doubt
that you love me
i think you'll hurt me
like he did, again...
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