Author: Your Melody
You gave me the world in the palm of my hand
A necklace sent across the miles
A promise lost like a grain of sand.
3 candles, 4 candles, 5 candles, 6
Christmas, birthdays, and summers forgotten
Another wound you couldn't fix.
The tide rushed in
and took my worries
As you held me close and I looked within.
I turn to the sky
for my answers now
a moment that passed and flew right by.
Yesterday the radio played our song,
Just as I was forgetting you then
I heard myself admit we were wrong.
Strange things happen at 11:11
the world comes to a hault
and little boys turn into men.
This isn't who I want to be
Not now, not tomorrow, not ever again
I want to be safe and happy and able to fly free.
But with 24 secrets inside
My world is darker than it used to be
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Megan (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, January 6 2005, 03:11 am|
Interesting poem. Secrets can eat you alive. Hope you feel better.
|YM (184.108.40.206) -- Thursday, January 6 2005, 03:24 pm|
Yes megan, they can eat you alive...but getting them out really does help. :)
|LinzAy (220.127.116.11) -- Saturday, January 8 2005, 05:38 am|
I like this...it's vedy vedy good.......
|YM (18.104.22.168) -- Sunday, January 9 2005, 08:21 pm|
Thanks LinzAy vedy vedy much, LOL ;)
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