"Leah, Leah, Leah, my dear sweet Leah, how does your garden grow?"

My true love has my heart, and I have his. Together in marriage, together at heart. In good times and hard. In sickness and in health. For now and forever.


Thursday, May 28, 2009

confessions of a broken heart

Aching to express my tortured heart
Read the story on my skin
See the longing desperation in my eyes
An indication of the shape I'm in
There is something eating me alive
Inside I hear the voices taunting me
I can't escape these bitter thoughts
I have no illusions any more
Maybe love is meant to break hearts
Or maybe its just unobtainable to me
There's nothing more I can do
I am helpless and I'm fading
drained but yearning for more
I'd sell my soul just to hear you say
Love's name in vain
over and over and ever again
I'd never waste another day
searching to find the reason
You are my biggest weakness
I don't know why I need you
you complicate every inch of me
Pick your poison because you know
I would drink it all willingly
Just to feel the warmth of your love
If that's a lost and hopeless cause
Leave me here with my bleeding heart
every day I'll fight not to miss you
And every night I'll lose
And when this emptiness finally kills me
bury me in an unmarked grave
deep within your heart.

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