Details |
Charles Raverta Poem
Driving home today I started thinking aloud
About the things that you said, what they did to my head
And what to do now.
I wanted to run away but I stayed and listened
To what I didn't want to hear and I held back the tears
When you said something was missing.
So now I ask myself where is it I went wrong?
Did you even want to cry when you turned and said good-bye?
It's so hard to stay strong.
Don't you know that you made my life worth living?
You were everything I had but somehow it went bad
And the love just stopped giving.
Somewhere down the line I'll give it one more try
Get it right next time, but could this be a sign
That it all was just a lie.
I guess the time to go our own way
Came too soon; I just wasn't ready.
I'm scared to be without someone to hold.
All the warmth is gone, everything went cold.
I could feel it when you walked away,
And thought maybe, just maybe, you might miss me one day.
Driving home today I started crying out loud.
When I remembered you say that you'd never walk away.
But where are you now?
Copyright © Charles Raverta | Year Posted 2006
|
Details |
Charles Raverta Poem
Digging, ripping, catching then slipping
Focus so much on my hatred that I fail to see your good.
Kicking, screaming, wishing, dreaming
My heart is lost inside my thoughts, I wish I understood.
Why I attack you with doubt, why I just cannot believe,
That when you get close or show that you care
I insist that you really deceive.
Dizzy, weary, distorted hearing
Certain when I'm hurting, but uncertain when I'm loved.
Guessing, wishing, aiming then missing
I manifest my misery; chase the let downs like a drug.
Is there really a feeling called love? A feeling that cannot be lost?
Sounds pretty good but for 32 years
It's a line that I haven't crossed.
That which begins has to end
The end begins that which again
My spirit is beaten, is tired and weakend
I pray to the sky once again.
More wishes I toss at the clouds
Alone I can say them out loud
And all that I ask is the strength to get past
The burdens of self I hold now.
Copyright © Charles Raverta | Year Posted 2006
|