I try to survive every day
Wait for the pain to go away
I try to look like I’m okay
But the price is too much to pay
No matter how I want to hide
Hot tears are washing off my mask
No matter how hardly I tried
Frozen they accomplished their task
I try to keep myself alive
While I don’t want to join the hive
But salvation doesn’t arrive
And I feel too weak to revive
Your soul is my sanctuary
When my troubles make a twister
As it comes closer to bury;
Cheyanne is the name I whisper...
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Who am I?
- Lone Poet
- Who am I? It's a question I ask myself time to time. I've come up with different names for myself. I was a preacher, I was a king, I was Misery Incarnate... but eventually I'm no more and no less than a lone poet, buried alive, waiting to be excavated. To be loved. I live for the moment when everything is all right.
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4 comments:
Awww, this is just the sweetest poem! ^^ Seemed pretty depressed at first but the last stanz is awesome. :D Did you show this to her? =)
Yeah, the first few stanzas were just "Alevish"... :D
Thanks for the nice review! ;)
Well, I guess she saw it in the poetry topic... :)
hey who are we talking about here??????.........istvan, i expect more from you X( :P :D
and about the poem, we are one soul in 2 seporate and far away bodies.
No matter now, whom are we talking about does not exist for my soul anymore... :(
Yes, I know we are. ;)
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