Poetry By Sherry Argonne

sometimes I hope

Sometimes I hope time would go back
And somehow fate changes the past
Instead of me falling apart
You come asking for my heart
Sometimes I hope I don't hate you anymore
And for my heart to beat like it used to do before
And then when you smile I could be falling apart
Waiting for you to come asking for my pitiful heart

I didn't mean to close the door harshly within
I didn't mean to break the limits of your own world
I didn't mean to throw blames of feelings on him
But everything is calculated every action is fated

And when I fall asleep I technically fall in my thoughts
Remember all the memories connected you with my loss
How much it lead to blame and what really love brought
How hard it is to be the broken one after a war of love...
You're never going to gain much from a losing-losing game
However beautiful the beginning was all ends just the same
Hurt, tears, new modified fears, scars, blood and sometimes blames
Because however much you give it ends with you're not enough