When Will the Truth Show?
I sit and I question.Theres so much deception.
I really feel nothing
I'm numb to this action.
A fatal attraction.
That brings me more tears.
I feel i'd be happier
Living my fears.
But instead, I find love
A poisonous drug.
With a man who i know
I cannot just unplug
Like he came from above
Hes an angel to me
With the wings on his back
It seems hes meant to be
I guess i'll soon know,
if emotions still grow.
We have something fake,
Or will the truth show?....
cuz i'm ready to go.
Poetry by Kelly
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Written on 2007-06-17 at 06:09
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