Perfection & all those salty tearsA Poem by Prudence DesideriaShort and sweet...
I have this star in my hand Pretty and precious Oh how I wish to hurt it So simple, just a snap of my fingers A word... Barely even an effort Almost too easy I hold this heart in my hand I never asked for it in the first place I never asked for you to hold mine I asked you to let it go, over and over again Instead you crush and squeeze Almost as if you enjoyed it There was a time I thought you knew everything There were moments I thought I was crazy There are times when I presume you to be out to get me Then I realize you just react
You always told me 'don't be anything, be something' You keep reminding me 'don't dream, do' You're voice doesn't fade at 'no, not that... that's not for you' Yours truly, 'do you really think this is the way to care?' I forgive you It's just a word Just a thought I had Perfection is impossible, and oh so boring I hate you for doing this to me everytime But I understand Or at least, that I can never understand Or, at least I'll try I have a batch of emotions in my hand I want to press, squeeze and crush it But something is holding me back Stupid chick flick moments... © 2009 Prudence DesideriaFeatured Review
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