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By Ali Date: 2001 May 23 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.23.19.18.29449]] |
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I ache with a pain, that can be measured in tears It is spoken of, in silence And felt, only in nightmares... This leaves me weak and tired And leads me to wonder, if I ever was strong You didn't fool me, I fooled myself I took what I wanted, and comprimised what I needed Then, I chose what was behind door number three And found nothing, but any empty I.O.U, signed in blood But, the blood was my own... I looked at myself, in the mirror of your eyes Right before you walked away What I saw was the truth I saw what cannot be heard by the deaf I heard what cannot be seen by the blind And I knew, but I just would not admit... Even though the words were never spoken They were heard, by us both And the dream that lies dormant, now Will not always be so... |