How do you start?
The blank page teases
Full of endless possibilities
So many facts to put down
Many memories to record
Thoughts twist together
Creating an intricate web
Perhaps a story
Or an enticing poem
There is no limit
The blank page promises
Only when you fill it
Has it completed its purpose
However you choose
The blank page is yours
I'm sick of your lies
The twisted truths and sacrifice
You tear me down
But I won't fall
Stand up for me
Or don't you care?
Love is so fake
When you say it's true
I slowly go insane
As you take away my soul
It sounds so vain
I want to live
Stand up for me
Or don't you care?
Love is so fake
When you say it's true
Terror fills my soul
With every bruising blow
My body aches
But my will stands strong
Am I so easily forgotten?
Will I ever be important?
Shoved continuously away
Never in the foreground
I fall to the floor
Crying without sound
The lives of others I envy
Loved and Adored
Not like me
Like a shadow
Passed right by
No second thought
Not another glance
Seen through like glass
Forgotten memories
No one places my face
Not a one remembers me
Or the role I played
Sitting on the sidelines
As good as dirt
And just as important
So easily forgotten
The small lay quiet
These tears of blood (tears of blood)
Falling always so silent
Patterns of heartbreak and sorrow
Being traced upon my skin (so many scars)
Their stories told in pain
By twisted scars upon my arms
Flowing softly down (my cheeks)
These crimson tears of pain
Stains of red forever (on my cheeks)
It tastes so sweet on my lips
No physical wounds (tears of blood)
Will ever so remain
as those that scar the soul (so many scars)
from scars reopened
over and over again
Flowing softly down (my cheeks)
These crimson tears of pain
Stains of red forever (on my cheeks)
It tastes so sweet on my lips
Funny how the heart remains (tears of blood)
It remains so loyal and loving
Even when the love tore it apart
Pieces throb longingly forever (so many scars)
That truest of loves
Soulmates can destroy completely
Flowing softly down (my cheeks)
These crimson tears of pain
Stains of red forever (on my cheeks)
It tastes so sweet on my lips
on my lips (so sweet)
foreever tasting (the blood)
here on my lips
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Kinda sounds like a song ^^ you should convert it into one..it'd make a good one.
Rain falls gently
patterns etched in memory
play before my eyes
drops run in swift torrents
the pane of glass is but a field
a game plays out on the window
running together
twisting and turning
a dance of water
none but I watch this show
remembering the sun
and the blue of the sky
the way the sun shimmered
high in the sky
here in this place
no one but I
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