ForbiddenA Poem by hannahspelledbackwardsIt's so forbidden, yet genuinely welcomed Only by myself Who once built up the walls now crashing all around. Don't dare make a sound, For I can't break this constant falling. It's as easy as the leaves on their trees, Colors changing fluently, Then falling to their hopeless fate; Never to take, but to give to the nature of changes. Change is my enemy, not my friend. I can't pretend That I'm carelessly devoted to nothing. Now it's something- Which is what terrifies me the most. I'm leaving, and you come back. It's all so fast And the time that was once on my side is buried My guard now varies; It never seems to stay high and strong. Oh, I now see that I was wrong. It's gone on too long For me to stand up and run away, I want you to stay I've become what I despise and hate. I rely on my broken heart far too much, I can't love. It's not in my blood- It's not what I wanted. Now my soul is haunted By the unforgettable fear that I welcome in. My love, we can't go on much farther. My world's turning darker They tell us the things we don't want to hear Just draw near, You seem to change my mind with such ease. How do you do it? Do I do the same? I call your name; Do I really do the things you do to me? You smile, I breathe. It's that simple, the things you do to me.. I reminisce in the moments you are here. It feels like it's been a year Since I've heard you laugh, since I've been by your side. You're mine tonight, and I'll cherish every minute of this moonlight. Why is everything so complicated? The nights, the days.. Everything about us seems to be insane. We're fire and rain The two can't be together, so why are you still here? Despite the forbidden threats, I can't stop the fall. Through it all, Let's trust the Lord to get us through this mess. You, I confess, Are becoming an addiction that I can't restrain. Call my name, He'll get us through the rain. © 2011 hannahspelledbackwardsAuthor's Note
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Added on January 2, 2011Last Updated on January 15, 2011 AuthorhannahspelledbackwardsSydney, AustraliaAboutI'm Hannah, a 23 year old who loves art, animals, people, traveling and nature. I write poetry, songs, and stories. I write books but for some reason I never finish them. I can't write a poem unless I.. more..Writing
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