Nov 2011
I tured my world into waste,
fingers of love wave in haste,
I turned my head; you turned away
I had so much "supposed to say"
I had so much; I lost my way.
I turned my world into this place,
running ragged day to day,
Love became a rat in a race.
I turned my back; you slowed your pace.
I lost it all just saving face
I lost it all in this place
I turned my world into a maze.
Four walls for shade; I made a cage.
Love and lies just a blended haze
I turn around; you disengage.
I turn myself into this now; i can't escape
Love is just a picture; the colors will always **fade.
fingers of love wave in haste,
I turned my head; you turned away
I had so much "supposed to say"
I had so much; I lost my way.
I turned my world into this place,
running ragged day to day,
Love became a rat in a race.
I turned my back; you slowed your pace.
I lost it all just saving face
I lost it all in this place
I turned my world into a maze.
Four walls for shade; I made a cage.
Love and lies just a blended haze
I turn around; you disengage.
I turn myself into this now; i can't escape
Love is just a picture; the colors will always **fade.
i never TRY to title my poems. it just doesnt come naturally to me and its not something i feel every poem needs. but i swiped this poem's title from another source, not another poem's title but a turn of phrase. it stayed tucked in my short term memory and i thought of it when pressured to title this piece... ha. either way, im just not big on titles usually.
