Waste
03-07-2009, 11:39 PM
So I write poetry when I'm hurting.
Read through the tear drops on this page.
So she screamed until it hurt,
A silent scream that split her heart,
Because for once she’d found you,
At least that’s what she’d said.
Again that’s what she’d said.
She’d found you.
But of course just like the rest,
The scream it left it’s scar
And like the rest you were her only one.
Because she’d thought she’d found you.
And again you went and said
‘I’ve found you.’
She screamed because you left,
You left just like the rest,
And her silent scream it tore her heart
Because again she’d found you,
She had her only one,
And again her only one was you
Because you said you’d found her.
And now it doesn’t matter,
Her open wounds a memory
The scar she screamed, she hides away
And all she has to do is smile
As she looks, and waits, and cries
For her only one
I’ll find you.
Read through the tear drops on this page.
So she screamed until it hurt,
A silent scream that split her heart,
Because for once she’d found you,
At least that’s what she’d said.
Again that’s what she’d said.
She’d found you.
But of course just like the rest,
The scream it left it’s scar
And like the rest you were her only one.
Because she’d thought she’d found you.
And again you went and said
‘I’ve found you.’
She screamed because you left,
You left just like the rest,
And her silent scream it tore her heart
Because again she’d found you,
She had her only one,
And again her only one was you
Because you said you’d found her.
And now it doesn’t matter,
Her open wounds a memory
The scar she screamed, she hides away
And all she has to do is smile
As she looks, and waits, and cries
For her only one
I’ll find you.