not really sure about this one. i just sat down and wrote it. you be the judge. i'd rather not comment.
There is only so much you can break.
I have found I cry myself awake
And I am no longer able to fake.
I do not smile in the summer.
I do not dance in the rain.
I do not listen to the birds.
I do not breathe
There is only so much I can take.
There is only so much you can break.
I have found I cry myself awake
And I am no longer able to fake.
Why have you hidden my love?
Why have you taken my sun?
Why do you insist on leaving
When our love has just begun?
There is only so much I can take.
There is only so much you can break.
I have found I cry myself awake
And I am no longer able to fake.
Where will I run when the shadows
Have overrun my heart?
Where will I go from here
If I don't know where to start?
There is only so much I can take.
There is only so much you can break.
I have found I cry myself awake
And I am no longer able to fake.
My heart is breaking, love.
My heart is aching, love.
My heart is bleeding, love.
My heart is stopping, love.
Poetry by kgirard
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Written on 2009-06-16 at 20:01
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Shadow
There is only so much I can take.There is only so much you can break.
I have found I cry myself awake
And I am no longer able to fake.
I do not smile in the summer.
I do not dance in the rain.
I do not listen to the birds.
I do not breathe
There is only so much I can take.
There is only so much you can break.
I have found I cry myself awake
And I am no longer able to fake.
Why have you hidden my love?
Why have you taken my sun?
Why do you insist on leaving
When our love has just begun?
There is only so much I can take.
There is only so much you can break.
I have found I cry myself awake
And I am no longer able to fake.
Where will I run when the shadows
Have overrun my heart?
Where will I go from here
If I don't know where to start?
There is only so much I can take.
There is only so much you can break.
I have found I cry myself awake
And I am no longer able to fake.
My heart is breaking, love.
My heart is aching, love.
My heart is bleeding, love.
My heart is stopping, love.
Poetry by kgirard
Read 830 times
Written on 2009-06-16 at 20:01
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