I realized as i reread this, my point isnt clear, oh dear... Please help me here... I'm not sure what it needs I just know it needs something...
For my darling, the word is unspoken
to him it means naught, to I a token
untitled to keep my mended heart unbroken
And as my heart realizes I am free
so much more this emotion binds me
I bid myself from this captivating feeling, flee
Once he left, the light bacame dim
I tried those left who shined among them
cannot compare with what I felt with him
I crumble and fall, attempt to be strong
each new image reminds of one gone long
We do not agree where I belong
Perhaps he will know what I mean
See what I am and what I have been
allow this emotion, to no longer untitled remain
Sigh. Tis but another dream.
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