The Story of My Life.
Love, hate, anger, joy
Felt it all at the very same time
Crazy to think we were in love
Crazier to think we still are
I pretend to hate you
And ignore you in the halls
Hoping you’ll disappear
And take that remorse with you
The regret bundled up in my heart
That says go back to him the one
Who loved you like no other
The regret that surrounds my thoughts
Whispering softly you cant resist him
Pretend is all I do these days anyway
Pretend to smile
Pretend to flirt
Pretend to be happy
And pretend I can’t be hurt
The only things real about me though
Are the tears I cry
The words I think, the ones dancing on my tongue, yearning to be spoken, wanting to be
cherished
I try to hide it all though
And only few know
Its all pretend.
Who would have though I could act?
Not I for one.
You would have guessed someone who have noticed.
But like they say
The show must go on
So I go on
Daily I continue the fakeness.
Waiting for the day it becomes real.
all the time spent on waiting.
Not living
Waiting.
Waiting for the day I break.
Copyright © Tonette Hunter | Year Posted 2008
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