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Friday, 6 January 2012

Mistaken Path, Stained Past


The cold air that blows across my face,
Has left me in nothing but a daze,
In this memory which I had hoped to forget,
That has not faded from my heart just yet,
Alone I stand here once again,
With a chest burdened with pain.

Thinking about the times I thought it was for the better,
An ending of a happily ever after,
But now all that is left of me is darkness,
That never ending road of madness,
Pacing around in circles questioning the air,
The wind answered and told me ‘life was never fair’.

How I have regretted that moment,
Which left me in lost in torment,
Would I have been able to atoned,
If only I had listened and known,
Never to trust the sweet words of a lover,
For it has blinded me before I knew it was over.

                               
And when I came upon my senses,
I shot myself with vile curses,
For being toyed with and made the fool,
For pretending to be so calm and cool,
I had marked my past with a mistake,
And made a stain on the pages of my fate.

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