Why do people say things that hurt?
Don't they know I have a heart?
It may be ice but it shatters like glass,
there are eyes behind this iron mask.
Eyes that shed tears - drip, drip, drip.
Falling to the floor with each rip, rip, rip.
My heart is tearing, contorting with rage,
why must people rattle my decrepid cage?
Alone in this world, no love to share.
Alone in this world, it seems like none care.
But even ice melts when exposed,
To the radiant warmth of a special rose.
With petals called friends who make you smile,
mending your heart all the while.
They wipe away your tears so cold,
they tell you things you've already been told.
You're not alone, they have love to spare.
You're not alone, they truely care.
I want to believe that,
truely I do.
But then why do they say such things,
things that will cut into you?
They know your weakness,
know where to strike next.
Words that can cut deep.
Words that can prevent sleep.
Words that keep you up all night with worry,
wishing that your answers would soon hurry.
My friends, I apologize.
Please forgive me of this diguise.
I am not used to such things,
this warmth that friendship brings.
I know it is okay to cry,
but I fear that tears mean goodbye.
I fear I will drive you away,
because I never know what words to say.
I don't want you to go,
but how can I make you know?
This heart of mine longs for more,
more of your warmth, like sands upon the shore.
I don't know how to tell you,
I never knew how to.
I know I'm a pain in the ass,
constantly breaking like fragile glass.
But I don't want to hurt you,
broken glass can cut too.
I don't want you to go,
you've taught me that tears were meant to flow.
I sit here writing this all down,
for I haven't the heart to watch you frown.
I want to see your radiant smile,
yet here I sit still in denial.
I fear I will drive you away,
I fear you will laugh at what I say.
I'm sorry to cause all this trouble for you,
but I have one favor to ask, no, make it a two.
Please. . . . . don't go away.
Please. . . . . won't you stay?
~*~*~
[size=8pt]This is what happens when my inner-emo is on the loose. My gosh, I'm such a loser. Emo poetry, lol. But yeah, I really needed to vent. So, here it is. I am an emo-loser at times, take it or leave it. It's 5:40 in the morning and I wrote this non-stop for about an hour straight. Very little corrections made, this was basically all in one go, save for a few pauses to find words that rhymed or to re-word a sentance here or there. So in the end, after I crammed the inner-emo back where it belongs, I rather liked the result. Hence, I'm posting it.
And I'm locking this. You can read, but you can't comment, SO HAH.[/size]
Don't they know I have a heart?
It may be ice but it shatters like glass,
there are eyes behind this iron mask.
Eyes that shed tears - drip, drip, drip.
Falling to the floor with each rip, rip, rip.
My heart is tearing, contorting with rage,
why must people rattle my decrepid cage?
Alone in this world, no love to share.
Alone in this world, it seems like none care.
But even ice melts when exposed,
To the radiant warmth of a special rose.
With petals called friends who make you smile,
mending your heart all the while.
They wipe away your tears so cold,
they tell you things you've already been told.
You're not alone, they have love to spare.
You're not alone, they truely care.
I want to believe that,
truely I do.
But then why do they say such things,
things that will cut into you?
They know your weakness,
know where to strike next.
Words that can cut deep.
Words that can prevent sleep.
Words that keep you up all night with worry,
wishing that your answers would soon hurry.
My friends, I apologize.
Please forgive me of this diguise.
I am not used to such things,
this warmth that friendship brings.
I know it is okay to cry,
but I fear that tears mean goodbye.
I fear I will drive you away,
because I never know what words to say.
I don't want you to go,
but how can I make you know?
This heart of mine longs for more,
more of your warmth, like sands upon the shore.
I don't know how to tell you,
I never knew how to.
I know I'm a pain in the ass,
constantly breaking like fragile glass.
But I don't want to hurt you,
broken glass can cut too.
I don't want you to go,
you've taught me that tears were meant to flow.
I sit here writing this all down,
for I haven't the heart to watch you frown.
I want to see your radiant smile,
yet here I sit still in denial.
I fear I will drive you away,
I fear you will laugh at what I say.
I'm sorry to cause all this trouble for you,
but I have one favor to ask, no, make it a two.
Please. . . . . don't go away.
Please. . . . . won't you stay?
~*~*~
[size=8pt]This is what happens when my inner-emo is on the loose. My gosh, I'm such a loser. Emo poetry, lol. But yeah, I really needed to vent. So, here it is. I am an emo-loser at times, take it or leave it. It's 5:40 in the morning and I wrote this non-stop for about an hour straight. Very little corrections made, this was basically all in one go, save for a few pauses to find words that rhymed or to re-word a sentance here or there. So in the end, after I crammed the inner-emo back where it belongs, I rather liked the result. Hence, I'm posting it.
And I'm locking this. You can read, but you can't comment, SO HAH.[/size]
