About THE PITIFUL AFTERMATH

The Aftermath

I can’t think
I can’t think or eat
I can’t think or eat or sleep
And no amount of sheep
That enter my head
Will get me to bed
When there’s still that space
that space
that you left cold
I hold back the tears
While I hold on to the fact
And unfurl the fears
That I’m alone in this world
With no one left to lean on
You were my rock
My bone
And this song that keeps playing
In my mind its saying
That I should hold on
and be strong
But I’ve been strong for too long
and this distance is too long
and I’m just wishing you would come home
I’ve grown old in my conviction
That I’m still the one you’re missing
And Misery’s company won’t stay long

In Love there is a fool born every minute. Love will make you climb a mountain bare foot
or beg shamelessly to be hurt again.

-Nami

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3 thoughts on “About THE PITIFUL AFTERMATH”

  1. And for this reason
    I believe
    Love to be
    A fool’s gold
    A myth sought after by the young
    And a lie told by the old
    Those that know,
    Know
    And know better than
    to tell others otherwise
    Otherwise there would be no order
    No dream to “catch”
    No reason to try
    So we lie
    To ourselves more so than
    To others.

    But there is love…there is love!
    Oh there is love you say?
    Is it love that makes you turn the other cheek
    When he stares at cheeks and you look the other way
    Because he means no harm.

    Or is it love that boils up
    and spills over
    When you know its over
    And something
    That something, makes you stay anyway

    Oh love. Sweet love. Love, don’t love me.
    Because if THIS too is love then please let me be.

    Thank you for inspiring me for a night queen. Much “like” LOL
    Fresh

  2. stephenfreshley said:

    And for this reason
    I believe
    Love to be
    A fool’s gold
    A myth sought after by the young
    And a lie told by the old
    Those that know,
    Know
    And know better than
    to tell others otherwise
    Otherwise there would be no order
    No dream to “catch”
    No reason to try
    So we lie
    To ourselves more so than
    To others.

    But there is love…there is love!
    Oh there is love you say?
    Is it love that makes you turn the other cheek
    When he stares at cheeks and you look the other way
    Because he means no harm.

    Or is it love that boils up
    and spills over
    When you know its over
    And something
    That something, makes you stay anyway

    Oh love. Sweet love. Love, don’t love me.
    Because if THIS too is love then please let me be.

    Thank you for inspiring me for a night queen. Much “like” LOL
    Fresh for WordBending.com

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