she handed me a paper slip
folded neatly on a rectangle
my heart's in a flurry
its hard to entangle
what mistakes ive done in the past
when it all comes to haunt me
try as i might i cant stand fast
all my worries have gotten the better of me
the paper slip lies as it once was,
blue ink leaks through
revealing the shadow of words
that i worry to see
courage and strength fail me
as i struggle to open the slip
it lies taunting me
haunting me with memories
tt shdnt have been
mistakes tt were made
of times i was in a hurry
and things tt i said
the consequences are to great
for me to bear
worries to much for me to handle
all in a moment's past
my hands' stuck fast
to the paper slip
tts the source of my worries
it burdens me
to the extent i'd rather not look
why did i say the things i said
im burdened by regret
over the emotions i held
and the thoughts i now hold.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
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