"faers" poems
She dreams,but wakes,
She gives, they take,
She longs,but does not get,
She loves him so, and yet,
His face becomes a memory,
Will this love last eternity?
Or will the sands of time ****** up,
Those memories, please dont wake up,
She needs a bottle, to keep his scent,
That dreamy night, where they both spent,
A night so perfect, she faers the worst,
If his love stays, like it did at first.
(c) eileenmcgreevy 2010
Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 7:13 AM UTC
You see me,
You hear me,
You feel me,
Yet you do not understand me,
I am not perfect,
My flaws are scars upon my face,
I have tried to face my demons,
But they drown me in my fears,
I am fighting against the tide with pills and distractions,
Yet the waves rise ten feet high,
I have lost my own battles before,
But not like this,
There is nothing to silence the voices,
That only I hear,
The doubts and fears have drained me of my life,
FEARS is who I am now,
He is me,
And I am him,
FAERS
I cry,
Cry for relief,
Yet it never comes,
Anxiety plays me like a puppet,
It’s strings are the fears that I fear,
The man controlling me is no one,
I am cutting the strings slowly,
But I fear many things.
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC