One Time
Danielle Myre 9/30/2013
Pain radiates down to my chest,
And fear strikes my gut,
This is more than being stressed,
All doors seem shut.
Broken by a voice,
Frightening is the hidden note,
How could that be your choice?
What shall be wrote?
It only takes one time,
And a good images fades.
It’s as if there has been a crime,
And I’ve been struck with blades.
How do I say I am mad?
And where do I direct this pain?
I can’t cover this feeling with sad,
Things are now strain.
I will grin and bare,
Even when agony is all I feel,
It’s by no means fair,
But what was said will never be real.
Even when agony is all I feel,
It’s by no means fair,
But what was said will never be real.
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