The Question

i have no clue why this came out of my mind. but i think its an ok write.

Love is the question

who will say yes?

My bets better

than anyone’s guess.

Who will step forward to take me by

my hand.

Could it be a man that comes and goes?

Who leaves my heart;

scattered and thrown on the ground.

Will he really care?

Would he leave me there?

On that special day. . .

Broken at the alter

leaving me to shed tears

on my white silloute?

As I kneel on the ground

he would tell me how

he could never love

someone who’s filled

with so much

hate.

So this is my fate.

Never meant to have a love.

I knew it was to good to be true.

I hated my self;

my self worth

I have NONE.

How could you love someone that hates themselves?

You can’t

its entirely impossible.

I lost my love

he’s never to return.

Because I was lost behind my

painful; hateful force field

that pushed him away.

My love was not enough.

I lie on my bed

listening to my heartbeat,

do you think if it stopped

he would miss me?

Author's Note

i'm not sure with this one =] haha

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

This is so sadly beautiful... tender... honest... filled with a sense of love and loss.. A heart shared with longing, yet covered in pain... Powerful...

[Sarah]

its amazing :)