When I think of what could have been my soul weeps a million tears. When I think of what should have been my tears wash my face with a string of unbroken lines.
As I pick the fallen pieces of a heart once shattered I look through it's mirrors and remember the smiles,the cries and the frowns.
Trying to close a chapter of a story that was never written. Yeah... it's a pity being smitten doesn't guarantee your heart's warrantee. Each time I see your face something in me springs like the first bloom of a sunny spring. My heart sings,but this song is full of sorrow. My heart sings but I know I cannot follow.
I am caught in a web and each time I try to untangle it I find my self in the middle of a crossroads. All I wanted was to be your rose...thorny as I am I wanted you to pick me,prune me and pollinate my spirit igniting a flame in me. But you could not see past the thorny exterior of the misunderstood girl.
I sit hoping to let go but my heart tells me to hold on for all great things are worth fighting for. Broken as I am I sit in this corner playing my part even though my heart trembles.
Maybe it's time to set free the bird in order to let free m heart. The cage that bound both,has now been open. You are free
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