Please Save MeA Poem by PoeticFury..Don't ask if things are ok because they are not? I seen beauty stared it right in the face. You know what the worse feeling is? Seeing what you have to have, but you are just afraid to say out loud BE MINE cause it does not feel like your place.
When money does not play an issue. Where that person is on your mind all the time. Although your best friend is nothing but your tears, fears, and the only thing to catch them is a razor blade, and a small piece of tissue.
Missing them when they are right next to you, Not being able to see them again. Then when you think they are close it is meant to be, You think to yourself this is really going to happen you find out that they are taken.
Maybe they might be engaged. Which leaves your emotions at a stand still. Trapped in a red vessel in your chest. Commonly known as your heart which is the cage.
When all you can say is that you deserve better. When you know you are in love with them.. Having a strong like.... Knowing that you may not be able to give her all she wants. Who can? Though you can make there day being their everything... Where they know you love them with every word you say.
… Every letter.
Obsessed? Infatuation? A cure for lowliness? Where you know they may or may not be the one, but you have to try all you need and want more than life itself is their participation.
Where you don't have to lock her down. Just enough to know where they will not run away. Where kindness and being treated the way one should be, To the point where you change all your morals in a second for them you are an atheist, but you pray.
Now you see that I cry.... That the deepest and most romantic people are the ones that have been hurt the most inside. That I am so thankful for the term friend, but looking like a flower who has been battered by a human storm. Not quite destroyed, but just wanting to be the guy who watches you and catch all you say and decide. As you begin to blossom again.
Maybe I come off to strong. Maybe not strong enough. Maybe not that buff. I can't be something that I am not, but I know that there are so many things that I don't know and need to learn.
On the other hand I do know some stuff . I am tortured by thought and followed by dream. I am sick of the games of he or she played me. I just want reality and what it is I want is you. Please save me??? © 2011 PoeticFury |
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Added on August 22, 2011Last Updated on August 22, 2011 AuthorPoeticFuryNew Orleans, LAAboutHeaven has no fury like a writer with emotion. I love writing more than I love life. Why? Cause writing is my life, and without it I have no life. I enjoy music, and meeting new people. Also like most.. more..Writing
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