ErykaInspire.
May 20th, 2010, 09:46 PM
If I could even begin
to describe this feeling,
You'd be holding back tears
from what you were hearing.
I'd tell of the sharpest pain
deep within my hollowed heart.
I'd tell of the times I collapsed
and let tears tear me apart.
I'd tell of the mistake I made,
with a load of guilt to bare.
I'd tell you how it ripped away
everything that was ever there.
I'd inform you of the rapids
pulsing through my every vein.
I've been running for eight months now,
Always caught up in the rain.
Can you even start to picture
how deep this dagger is?
I plunged it in myself,
into the heart that's truly his.
Yet it beats within my chest
aching with every beat.
Yet it keeps me wanting more,
to claim an unobtainable feat.
Although my knees are shaky,
and my eyes are bloodshot- red.
I'll never forget his voice,
it's forever in my head.
I'll tell you of the several nights
I still cry myself to sleep.
Haven't you the slightest idea
of what my memory's keep?
I'll tell you of the dreams I have
to one day be forgiven.
And have him take the dagger out
of the hole it's been too long in.
I'll have him wipe my tears away
but I know he'll never do it.
Because the pain that I caused him,
is more than what this page can fit.
So I'll just be a wingless butterfly
crawling amongst the earthly things.
Waiting for him to scoop me up,
and give me back my wings.
to describe this feeling,
You'd be holding back tears
from what you were hearing.
I'd tell of the sharpest pain
deep within my hollowed heart.
I'd tell of the times I collapsed
and let tears tear me apart.
I'd tell of the mistake I made,
with a load of guilt to bare.
I'd tell you how it ripped away
everything that was ever there.
I'd inform you of the rapids
pulsing through my every vein.
I've been running for eight months now,
Always caught up in the rain.
Can you even start to picture
how deep this dagger is?
I plunged it in myself,
into the heart that's truly his.
Yet it beats within my chest
aching with every beat.
Yet it keeps me wanting more,
to claim an unobtainable feat.
Although my knees are shaky,
and my eyes are bloodshot- red.
I'll never forget his voice,
it's forever in my head.
I'll tell you of the several nights
I still cry myself to sleep.
Haven't you the slightest idea
of what my memory's keep?
I'll tell you of the dreams I have
to one day be forgiven.
And have him take the dagger out
of the hole it's been too long in.
I'll have him wipe my tears away
but I know he'll never do it.
Because the pain that I caused him,
is more than what this page can fit.
So I'll just be a wingless butterfly
crawling amongst the earthly things.
Waiting for him to scoop me up,
and give me back my wings.