How do you make him understand
No amount of light,
can throw out the dark
Covering all of everything experienced, to come
Black as night without a candle,
to see the way.
There is no fix
Time isn't always on the side of what was,
Will always seem to be what is to come
Holding the tears at bay,
is the only way of self preservation.
The sacred right of those who have felt the pain.
Inflictions of love thrust upon our throats,
so that to the very day of death,
it will consume all greatness.
Call it what you will;
Staying in the past
Not letting go
Holding on too long
Slice it how you'd like,
Breathing becomes a fight,
when we take flight....
It's not you we are escaping
It's what was
What will always be right there before us
Our hell is never ending
a lil shout
an angry outburst
simple human things bring it all back...
Untill your living in our nightmares
Please don't tell us its over
Don't say it's alright
don't invalidate it like that
it's the same as saying
it's all in our minds
it never was
oh and how it was
Prisoners are what we are
Yes, the bars are gone
chains broken, laying on the floor of our hearts but how they weigh so much laying there
Constantly reminding us
Of the feel of his hands
The sharpness of his biting words
The sound of our distant screams
The ones he could hear
Our silent cry breaking free
Laying there trying not to let him know it hurts
When he makes you feel as if you are
Nothing
Nothing
more then his glove
wondering over and over
why do I Love
© 2006 Amanda Knapp (All rights reserved)
Sunday, August 06, 2006, 9:19:09 PM
