Questions
How deep can you cut?
I asked you.
How long can I last?
I asked myself.
So many questions I have…
Answers I have none.
All that’s left is a bleeding wound
A blood soaked knife
Plunged to my chest…
I am left for dead.
Love, I ask you now..
Can you bring me to life?
Love only answered…
I am only here when you fall
I am only here when you care
I am only here when you choose me
Its not my job to catch you
Its not my job to heal you
Its not my job to pick you up
Its not my job to bring you to life
It is you who picks yourself up.
It is you who finds someone to catch you
It is you who will stitch you up.
It is you who heals yourself.
I am only but a choice that you make.
I am here for you… IF YOU CHOOSE TO.
July 17th, 2007 at 1:31 am
I believed… I trusted…
You betrayed me yet again.
Neither time nor affection can negate the truth. The fact.
The hows… very much apparent
The whys… I cannot fathom
The us… never really mattered
If it did… all the more pain it causes.
What is love to you…
A mere penny that you can toss to anyone at a whim…
Love… What is it to you?
Commitment?
Just a label that you can tear off…
We are but mere play things…