Broken
Love lost can be found, if just in a dream, The wash of sleep is welcomed so
it can begin, A dream of what has now wilted, Before it can begin however, my
mind seems to wander, I wonder how it happened, when did our love die, I ponder?
And as my heart shatters against my reality, Like crystal against steel, I give
in to the feelings of self-pity, Of hopelessness and dread.
I wish for a dream
to drown these feelings, Yet if it is to forever be just in a dream, Then
nevermore will I be willing to give my heart away To another who could hurt me
this way. Does this make me a coward? Refusing to play a game with such cruelty
and power. Should I journey into this game again? Should I refuse to play at
all? Still, how will I know until I begin. For now, pain is my pillow, not at
all comfortable, For I am not brave enough to begin the journey, not just yet.
Anthony Coots Copyright ©2001 Anthony Coots
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