This poem was made a long while ago, yet I still feel the need to put it on here for people to tell me what I think. I still feel this way about... my love. I once told her I loved her and ment the words and now I hate to say them and she says them often and loves to hear them from me, I don't want to hear them or deal with them. So those damn words will forever ring in my ears till the day I die and even after that.
To everyone who gives a damn, thankz. Review or not, I don't mind but remember what your mommy told you:
If you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all.
Your Words in Heaven
I still try to listen to you
But even if I say a word
You can't hear me
But every word you speak
I have to listen to
Yet every word I speak
Is only a word
To you. Only now.
A word out of your mouth
Is like a long awaited rain in dry land
Where as my words...
are only a drizzle in a wet hell
Why is it darlin,
that you are more than I
To me.
Now.
Since your gone
You seem more than before
Why was I blind
and not see the beauty of us.
How come I couldn't trust...
No, I had to mess us up.
My words mean nothing,
for words are only words
yet your words
mean the world.
Your words...
are the reason for living.
Your words...
is my reason for being.
Your words...
Makes my feeling.
Your words my darlin,
god praise your words.
You mean more to me
Than I to myself.
Your must know
That is a great feat.
But no, no more.
Your words will fade someday
And will no longer ring in my ears
Someday I'll forget all about you
And be able to be on cloud nine.
But your words still ring
They still sting in my ears
They are a stab, and I listen.
I do nothing to fight back
I just listen to you.
I think about you.
I know you.
My words... became your words.
But my words where not real words...
just words.
Now you mean the words
And I fear them while they sing.
Even if tomorrow,
I become deaf
Your words will still ring
They will still sting
And still cause me pain.
Your words are words
That I sadly believe
Those words I have to heave
Upon my shoulders
For the rest of my life.
Maybe when I get to heaven
They will disappear
But then…
You'll be there.
In heaven, you'll be there.
Will I ever be able to run,
To fall far far away.
I want your words to fall
Upon me, and I will swallow them
And they will refresh me
Like a cool drink in the hot summer
Your words may hurt
And may make me sick
But heaven already knows
I can not avoid the truth
So the singing that stings in heaven
I will deal with and hear.
For you'll always be there.
… My worst fear.