no fire, by queen of melodrama Subscribe to rss feed for queen of melodrama

I guess it hurts the most
when you think your doing well
coping, actually getting 
a step up, moving forward
and then you realize
how pathatic you really are

you have braved the long dark night
and you think the worst is over
only to wake up and find
the flowers all covered in snow

disapointment becomes a way of life
you find your self turning into
this bitter, resentfull creature
know one wants to know
because she is so down and out

I look at pictures of yesterday
and see a fun loving girl
waiting for Mr. Right
foolishly she settled for 
Mr. willing to try
who turned out to be...
Mr. all wrong, but hey I tried.

I had so much to offer
love, kindness, passion
but you have quenched that fire inside
and I sit here damp, and dismal 
no fire, just smoke
choking the life out of me

going thru the motions
trying daily to keep up that
role model standard  
for the children
but all the wile  
I'm dying a little
everyday
no matter how I pretend
how long can I last?
I dont know? 
what's the record?
Posted: 2005-11-03 00:39:51 UTC

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2005-04-25 14:17:27"That Girl"
Thas really good, you have a tallent and know how to make the person know how you are really feeling