Stale Drama
I'm sorry I didn't cry.
The putrid stench of stale drama strangled my breath.
If what would feel is once more numb,
can I be forgiven?
Can a spirit spent pretend to give,
when all has been given?
A heart left bare can feign to beat,
but it can't be tender.
I'd bow in shame if it were defeat,
Truth? it was surrender.
The putrid stench of stale drama strangled my breath.
If what would feel is once more numb,
can I be forgiven?
Can a spirit spent pretend to give,
when all has been given?
A heart left bare can feign to beat,
but it can't be tender.
I'd bow in shame if it were defeat,
Truth? it was surrender.
posted by Ramzi at Saturday, June 25, 2005
7 Comments:
:( :( :(
Do these words belong to the same man who once said:
"When that person enters your life, she will pervade your every thought in spite of you. And no matter how much you try, you will never feel you can bear being away from her, let alone get bored."
Delirious
:( :| :) :D
Thermo
Sigh, yes.
'Tis the seasons, no?
I'm glad it turned out :D in the end!
'Tis the seasons indeed...
Great poem. I love it!
Thanks mimokun!
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