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Post by Devi145 on Jun 15, 2003 2:02:21 GMT -5
I have secrets I do not share, I have stories I have not told.
There are some things in my life, people who loved me wouldnt even want to unfold.
I'll say now and here, I'm afraid, and I do have a fear.
I do not want to get close, to be hurt, for I've been heart broken once...
And once was enough to ruin my complete trust.
I often opened up, my goofiness was usually a cover.
To hide things that constantly and remindingly hovered.
I'm not saying that when i was me it was a lie,
Twas just hard to know who to trust and who to deny.
I like making people happy, and try so very hard,
I dont want them to have a life like mine, to feel as if it's their last dealt card.
I didnt reveal myself, i didnt leave my heart open freely to cry,
I remember those teary days i'd lay in bed and pray to die.
Things are different now, the past couple of years i've changed.
Something inside me said stop pretending to be deranged.
Cuz that was it, it was a phase.
I seem so different now, as if I was only lost in a minute's daze.
I wrote distance a letter, I wrote change a verse,
But only myself vanished the curse
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Post by Rainy on Jun 16, 2003 5:26:42 GMT -5
HI Liz. I really like this one of yours. It's a little on the sad side, but then just about all your poems are sad. Oh well. Keep up the good work. And I hope you don't feel like this anymore with your newest friends around to help. You've got us all. -Kim
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