I try not to think and let my heart do that talking. My heart seems to have a brain of its own...
I feel sick. Sick of waiting, Sick of wanting, Sick of not saying. Sick of dreaming, Of a fairytale. But then there is that silver lining. It never fails, To light The night sky. I break down, I cry. I'm so sick. When do I get to be happy, Content? When do I get to Wear a smile? Not fake. Genuine, Finally something that's real. But isn't it crazy, I tell myself no. Convinced that it's...Read On
Added: 24 May 2011 | Category: Love Poems |
Avg Score: 5 |
Tags: want scared love lust dream hope
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