In my darkest hour, the veil was lifted,
Showing me a face I had long known drifted.
She talked and gazed for hours on end,
Ripping the heart that others helped mend.
I can not lie when I say what my feelings are,
I can not say what is in my heart.
Only pain and sorrow lie ahead from here,
Pain that can only make me shed a tear.
I know I should run and flee away,
But why should I not stay where I lay?
Am I wrong for wanting this feeling to live within?
Or should I send it back to the darkness of sin?
Being as I am is not the way it should be,
To be with love is what my soul should see.
To follow this feeling is ill and demented,
But for healing within, old wounds should be revisited.
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 7:49 AM UTC
In my darkest hour, the veil was lifted,
Showing me a face I had long known drifted.
She talked and gazed for hours on end,
Ripping the heart that others helped mend.
I can not lie when I say what my feelings are,
I can not say what is in my heart.
Only pain and sorrow lie ahead from here,
Pain that can only make me shed a tear.
I know I should run and flee away,
But why should I not stay where I lay?
Am I wrong for wanting this feeling to live within?
Or should I send it back to the darkness of sin?
Being as I am is not the way it should be,
To be with love is what my soul should see.
To follow this feeling is ill and demented,
But for healing within, old wounds should be revisited.
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