THE END
by Kenneth Ray Carmichael
All that was once rich and well in my soul is no more.
How can she love me if cupid's arrow
lies in small pieces... all over the floor ?
At last, maybe, the pain will soon end,
and the numbness will take over.
It's impossible to keep my head up
with a million stones upon my shoulders.
I don't think I can feel that way
for someone ever again.
I mean, breaking someone's heart
is becoming a new trend.
tearing one's life apart
is something worth bragging about to one's friends.
I have finally reached the point
where I can't hide my feelings and pretend.
Is it possible for someone
to be filled to the brim... with nothing ?
When you said I was your special one,
was your heart only... bluffing ?
Truthfully, caring for a person without showing it
is like hugging without touching.
My soul is weak and if my heart could speak,
I don't believe it could... without cussing.
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