neroshan
11-30-2006, 09:38 PM
-------------------------------------A LONG
Tears sting my eyes,
the thought stabs my heart.
The question, “Why?”,
it roams through my thoughts.
It doesn’t seem fair.
It doesn’t seem right.
No one should have to endure
pain like this.
Feelings conflicted,
but one still remains.
This only solid fact:
I love you.
I find myself walking
an impassable road.
Two roads in fact
lie one in the same…
Part of me hopes.
Part of me laughs.
Part of me is selfless-
caring for nothing but you
and your happiness.
That part of me is walking on an edge…
Clinging to any chance
that I could be the one
to make you happy,
but, at the same time, realizing
that I may not be that person-
and accepting it.
As long as you are happy,
I am happy for you…
Part of me despairs.
Part of me cries.
Part of me is selfish-
I want to be happy too.
that part of me is being dragged…
dragged away to reality.
Dragged down the road
of harsh, cold facts.
Trying to understand,
trying to know why
I can’t be the person you need.
I’m willing to change,
ask of me what you need,
I can be there for you…
Just give me a chance,
one chance…
so I can know that I tried.
The thought of living without you…
it saddens me,
the thought of you with another…
it tears my heart out.
You are not my possession-
I don’t want you to be.
I just want you to love me…
I want you to be happy,
but don’t I deserve the same?
What have I done
to merit such torment?
Was I wrong to love you?
Am I wrong for still loving you?
If loving you-
the person you are,
the person you will become…
if loving you is a crime,
I deserve punishment.
Try me with the hardest sentence.
I confess to loving you,
and I’m not sorry.
I’ve reached the end
of these two paths,
and they join into one…
one I don’t want to tread on.
I don’t know how I can,
or how I will…
it looks…
impossible.
Dark.
Lonely.
I’m not ready.
I’ll rest for a while.
I’m going to see which way
the wind is going to blow.
I must build my strength.
I don’t want to move on.
But the wind is blowing.
I want to see if the winds
will uncover a hidden path…
a path where I will have a guide.
The guide I need
to take my lost hand,
and lead me
to the safety of home…
http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h162/thnk777/0111eh9pp9.gif
Tears sting my eyes,
the thought stabs my heart.
The question, “Why?”,
it roams through my thoughts.
It doesn’t seem fair.
It doesn’t seem right.
No one should have to endure
pain like this.
Feelings conflicted,
but one still remains.
This only solid fact:
I love you.
I find myself walking
an impassable road.
Two roads in fact
lie one in the same…
Part of me hopes.
Part of me laughs.
Part of me is selfless-
caring for nothing but you
and your happiness.
That part of me is walking on an edge…
Clinging to any chance
that I could be the one
to make you happy,
but, at the same time, realizing
that I may not be that person-
and accepting it.
As long as you are happy,
I am happy for you…
Part of me despairs.
Part of me cries.
Part of me is selfish-
I want to be happy too.
that part of me is being dragged…
dragged away to reality.
Dragged down the road
of harsh, cold facts.
Trying to understand,
trying to know why
I can’t be the person you need.
I’m willing to change,
ask of me what you need,
I can be there for you…
Just give me a chance,
one chance…
so I can know that I tried.
The thought of living without you…
it saddens me,
the thought of you with another…
it tears my heart out.
You are not my possession-
I don’t want you to be.
I just want you to love me…
I want you to be happy,
but don’t I deserve the same?
What have I done
to merit such torment?
Was I wrong to love you?
Am I wrong for still loving you?
If loving you-
the person you are,
the person you will become…
if loving you is a crime,
I deserve punishment.
Try me with the hardest sentence.
I confess to loving you,
and I’m not sorry.
I’ve reached the end
of these two paths,
and they join into one…
one I don’t want to tread on.
I don’t know how I can,
or how I will…
it looks…
impossible.
Dark.
Lonely.
I’m not ready.
I’ll rest for a while.
I’m going to see which way
the wind is going to blow.
I must build my strength.
I don’t want to move on.
But the wind is blowing.
I want to see if the winds
will uncover a hidden path…
a path where I will have a guide.
The guide I need
to take my lost hand,
and lead me
to the safety of home…
http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h162/thnk777/0111eh9pp9.gif