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By Darrius57 Date: 2003 Mar 19 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.19.00.36.5624]] |
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Days of longing turned into night, and there is just no end in sight. All the darkness cold and creeping, to find me all alone and weeping. So here upon this cold blank page , I note my feelings of love and rage. And when you read how I do feel, I hope that you can see they're real. These feelings for my one true love, crashed down around me from up above. If my feelings for her are really true, then why I am I so deathly blue. I search my mind but never see, a chance for happiness to be. She does not love me for myself, but leaves my heart upon her shelf. That shelf is bare it's only me, there's no one else that I can see. No notice of me is what I find, my heart behind a window blind. For me it's not her outer beauty, but what I saw inside that took me. Now she treats me like a glove all worn, with tears and holes no hand to warm. I know again on my shoulder she'll cry, and at that time I'll surely die. For she is my friend I can't deny, a shoulder for her upon to cry. And when she cries I'll surely die, I'll die and die when I hear her cry. But who she cries for it's not me, it's someone else her love to be. Just a friend whose sweet and caring, that's all I am, I live despairing. She is my one and greatest friend, but this my torment shall never end. For she won't love me as I do her, her thoughts of love for me won't stir. This I know to be a fact, she loves me dearly, but she's scared of that. The reasons she will not love me here, is that it's totally, utterly based on fear. What she fears I cannot say, but it's that fear that keeps her love away. My love for her is a burning ember, but I know her heart she'll not surrender. I'm just a friend for whom to cry with, not one to fall in love or even die with. Our souls entwine more than ever, she should be mine for now, forever. We connect so well both she and I, So why does her love for me deny. Our hearts of love we have the same, Yet she discounts my feelings of pain. The clock upon the wall it ticks, so loudly that it makes me sick. So sick that I can barely sit, and write these words or make them fit. It taunts me and screams "She'll never call," as I look up upon the wall. That clock, it's sick, it has some gall, while it sits and waits upon the wall. Unconditional love for her I give , but I'm bled dry and cannot live. I think about her fears, her dread, her endless "No"s inside my head. I know that she is scared but why, would she rather see me die. A death so cruel, a broken heart, it would be best for us to part. But love for me just runs too deep, her love and friendship I must keep. So days of longing turn into night, and there is just no end in sight. |