Since i showered you with love,
You have sweetly tasted the bad fruit,
All have now taken the wrong path,
As you walk the aisle,let him know,
Let it scream out your lungs,
I have missed the lunch-date,
But i know you wasn't there,
Only i knew where you were,
Let him not know, where you go,
Let the death-sheet keep the secret,
If anyone else saw my tears,
They flowed down your cheeks,
Of one of the times we spent,
Let it be a guess, just that,
As you bless a night with bliss,
I have my own aisle to walk,
That of anguish and great despair,
If not in the search for answers,
Just to let you know, yes indeed,
That the sun still shines for me.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
Let him Know
Posted by Anthony @ 6:48 PM
Labels: anguish, lunch-date, poem, secrets
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I have my own aisle to walk,
That of anguish and great despair,
If not in the search for answers,
Just to let you know, yes indeed,
That the sun still shines for me.
waaa this one speaks to me
Very nice... betrayal seeps on paper real good.
@lioness
Thanx.
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