These words are all I have,
I care more than they can say. But if my words cast only wounds, who am I to blame? These words are all I have, They stay true with every refrain. I never meant to hurt, I never meant for this. Two people lost in pain. These words are all I have, But where do answers lay? Confusion is a friendly foe, easily found, hard to sway. These words are all I have, as we stand and face our fate. Looking out across a crumbling bridge, Where love has found its hate. These words, these few words, Can they be enough? I try so hard, I cry so hard, Will it be enough? These words, these few words, alone they hold no weight. But these words, are my words, And with them is my stake.
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PoetryI enjoy creative writing as well as dabbling in poetry. Arhives
March 2014
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