You said you hate my childish ways:
My very face and voice...
I longed for love and yearned for praise,
But I don't have a choice.
You've locked me out and doused the pride
That long I cherished so.
I could but hide the pain inside;
My spirit's crushed and low.
Since in this place I cannot find
An ally or a friend,
I'll turn to go, I've made my mind...
My feelings I'll defend.
I'll walk away to places where
No heartaches freely roam...
I'll live my life with pleasure there:
A place which I'll call home.
When I have gone, I won't return
So you'll be glad and free.
What I shall leave will fade and burn...
But it means naught to me.
A/N: I wrote this in class. haha. Perhaps @MyHeartIsInCanada saw me doing it. Hey Treska! This is for you. =)
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Read my Eyes
Poetry“The tongue in flattering falsehood deals, and tells a tale it never feels; deceit the guilty lips impart, and hush the mandates of the heart; but soul’s interpreters, the eyes, spurn such restraint and scorn disguise.” (Lord Byron) Probe mine. Tell...
