Wednesday, May 6, 2009

I don't

I don't want a maybe answer
I don't need a cure for love
I'm not the girl to cry in sight
Of those whom may be gone

I can't take another fright
And I won't fake a smile bright
To shine past each and every tear
To come within a solid year

He says it's love
And I've replied
With those three words
She thinks we lie.

It's not for her to preach what's right
From just her sight of outward plights
I hate control and empty guilt
The pointing finger makes me wilt

While bubbling on my mouth, a scream
I keep within
Content, I seem
For only God shall be the one
To guide, to lead, protect me from
false motives

Yet she's not here to judge our words
She says truth that break my swords
I know each fault, but this is fine
And she will never take what's mine

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