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Alistair Artura Dec 2015
If your head is your home
Then your eyes are boarded windows.
If your mouth is the door
Then it's been locked for sure.
If your voice is a song
It's been on repeat for too long.
If your words are a work of art
Then you're an abstract painting.

If your plans are a mountain
It towers high above the clouds.
I shouldn't get involved.
I'd climb half way up just to fall.
I've seen others who try.
They had no chance to survive.
When someone gets too close
The wind just blows and blows.
People in pain over love that's been lost
Crying and sighing because of high cost
And when I see this I can't help but think
How lucky am I to have never formed a link

I've not felt of passion stinging the blood
I've never known ecstasy streaming in flood
Though too young may I be to have met love
If ever I met them I'd respond with a shove

Not better to have loved and lost is what I find
Whilst it leaves you too often in shatters behind
So I'll continue my way without such a grace
Because I have heard how it ends in disgrace

I have no dependency on love's cruel infection
I would rather I choose mine own direction
So I'll never have to be so weakly dependent
And I won't have to wallow in fatal repentant

Love will never be right for me in this world
I'd rather stay hidden with soul deeply curled
So no I don't understand the pain of your heart
And I never will or else it would tear me apart
Of it is NOT "better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all," then I shall remain guarded and will never seek the passion others crave. I will not be taken down by such forces. I simply refuse it!
Call me bitter call me broken
Call me whatever you like
Im just a girl trying to survive
Trying to keep her pieces together
Trying not to fall apart and lose myself
Just a girl trying to protect her soul
Not bitter
Broken maybe just a little
Im just trying not to completely fall apart
So call me bitter call me broken
Call me whatever you like
Im just a girl living her life
Not bitter
Broken maybe just a little

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