One of my regular duet partners is always so easy to write with!
Written by PassionWriting and HastyWords
Sitting in a dark dead room
I hear the echo of my heart
Who sucked the life out of me
Who killed the girl I once was?
I know the many answers
There are different versions
But it was me who lead my mind
To this lonely destination
I never thought things would go so far
I was always hopeful for another start
I wish I could paint the future
I believe I could if I could hold time frozen
I worked hard to change things spoken
Nearly lost everything erasing certain words
Nobody understood their permanence
How confused I felt seeing them in stone
Why did I take this wretched path?
Why did I overlook the warning of pain?
Why did I think this choice would be worth it?
Why does knowing the risk not lessen the hurt?
Promises are born and inevitably die
They die the day they are kept
Or they are murdered before their time
But the best promises never give in
I was there for you, but when I truly needed you
You disappeared, said it was better for you
Little did you know those words killed
Whatever faith I still had in you
Did you ever try to see my heart
When I deleted you and sent you away
I lost an important part of me with that choice
You remain obliviously unaware of the battle I face
You finally said goodbye
As if there was never a reason to try
You must not believe in me
Must have never believed in us
If you could see the pain beneath it all
If you could be the person I thought I knew
We would have seen a brighter sun
Than the cloudy storms we ended with
But like most things with us you had plans
I either went along or I got dismissed
Failing me more than once
Wrecking me yet again
So I sit content in the relational demise
Confident I did everything, I truly tried
No promise I made went neglected
And I tried every compromise
Now that there is nothing left
And I was left falling all alone
I decided I could hit the ground
Or I could once again choose to fly












Absolutely fabulous! I have lived this… ~jen
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Wow. So real and true for too many.
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This is great. I really felt it.
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Ok. Where to start… I love the beginning. I love the middle parts too… Every word leading up to the end, which I really love, love the most and I love the title. Epic pic! Yep. ~ Jen
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