Bleeding Heart

Nov 27, 2004 09:45

My glass sits mystically on my old table,
It filled half empty, the flag outside the window flying at half mass,
For the tragedy of my lost words has befallen,
I was supposed to tell you how I feel,
Yet I always seem to screw things up at the worst of times,
My car rushing at full speed has now collided,
Now all I can do is bleed, and lie in pain,
My worthless joyride ending mercilessly,
So much for my fifteen minutes in the limelight,
Now the lights have darkened and I have surrendered,
As I lay here I realize maybe for once I should just wear my heart on my sleeve,
And wait for you to save me..

Mmmk I wrote this last night This Is How I Feel ..too bad this is public eh and the whole world can see it but I like it that way.
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