Fury and resentment winds through me
Tugging at my heart and soul
I really don't know what i expected
I really don't know my own goal
Maybe this is better then most
For no harm was intended
But that's what hurt the most
That i could actually be bended
But what infuriates thine thoughts of crimson
The most, i fear so much
Is that hurt crossed me when i touched care and none
My heart, it's not used to such
I do not wish my soul to be touched by another
Loath it, is the truth
But my heart cannot stop itself now
When attached it cannot sooth
I'd let tears become me
If they could wash away my burden
I have hindered on the thought
But my heart yearns to harden
My memories and cares
Will become my enemies
Drive me bitter and stale
And recoil my hearts felanies (sp?)
To think so many peircing thoughts come from
A few words, a touch, a look
To think we can get so caught up
And how I am caught on the hook
To love and lost everything dear
And of course To hurt and bend
These things can even come
From one who's just your friend.
~To Friends of all sorts. :'l
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