For You.

For You.

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx

For You.

Do you dream?  Dream of me?

Do you know I'm afraid of sleep?

I'm afraid to dream of You when I am

In pain and alone in this hopeless home.

 

Do you have nightmares?  Of dying?

Do you know that I have one every nite?

One that has kept me away from myself

Is you, losing you.  I don't want to.

 

Do you love?  Love anyone?

Do you know that love is a sick poison?

It infests your body and never leaves.

It haunts you until the day you die!

 

Can you imagine me crying?  Over you?

I know that's stupid to ask but...

Trust me, I've done it quite too often.

These days, it's all I can do.

 

If you hate me, tell me.  See that it's

Better to hate a girl who's like me.

See that it means more to not love

Someone as complex as me.

 

Don't.  Don't say it.  Don't tell me that.

Do not say you have forever to figure

Me out like you do yourself.  People

Change...But some of us hate changing.

 

Especially when it means giving up what

We've always known.  Even when...

When you believe in me, it remains

Ever hard.  Give me time...

 

Do you dream of God?  Of regret?

Do you know that faith is like catching

A wind so faint?  I've tried!  It doesn't

Work!  I'm waging wars here.

 

Help me fight them.  I'll drive away

From hate, pain, and misery just

So I can love you.  Would you like

That?  No?  Yes?  Well guess what?

 

When I dream, when I have a

Nightmare, when I love, when I

imagine if I hate,  if you say it,

Even if I give up to changing...

 

I DO IT FOR YOU.

© 2011 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


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Wow...
I really like this poem..
Very well done!!
I missed seing you around! :3

~A Fallen Heroine~

Posted 13 Years Ago



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I am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..

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