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Jan 2013
cried out dried, nothing left to say
wishing we were still one as if the past could run back
turn the hands of the clock if i must
staring that one single picture above my dresser bed
just wanting to pour out my heart
letting go crying myself to sleep
why so hard to love with out pain
cried and cried wishing time could stop and reverse
lost love lost time nothing left to live for
carrying on with no soul
just to be
to be without you lost in space lost in time - lost - gone
running in circle losing it gone mad
what this game they call
thus impossible to love without pain
wish i could leave get out
but no i'm already too deep in
already gone
die for the love i never had died for the one that never loved me back
died for this silly thing called love
but I was cried out already had no purpose left
had to go had to make a mark had to take a stand
so there you have it folks
love conquers all they say it really is true
just not good truth
it conquers all into its web of death
i was just a lost soul without you
smashing thru the phrases of a lost love
how ever do you regain herself
but than again i am already gone
dead gone forgotten
died for one who never loved me back
if only
just if only the hand of the clock could reverse
run back the past
my last summer day
the last time you threw me out
that was it that was the day i became lost
for i was just a lost soul without you
i was already gone before you came
i just wanted love
love from you but you never could give it
never could love me back
and now I'm gone
shall my ghost hunt your forever heart
shall you remember me and u creep with fear
for i may have died of this love
it conquered me and now I'm gone
but my ghost will never leave your soul
Margaretta Sackor
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Margaretta Sackor  20/F/Virginia, USA
(20/F/Virginia, USA)   
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