People come into our lives
For a reason, though
We may not know why, they are
There forever. Whether
It is in the heart and soul,
Or in the back of
Your mind haunting your memories.
You let them in so close,
Just to be pushed so far away;
To be cold as stone,
And all alone.
You reach for those you have met,
And the ones who have
Come and gone,
Like a child clinging to their blanket.
They seemed like nothing
At the time, but became your everything
When distance pulled you apart.
A heart so full of love turns stone cold.
Though it yearns for a something that was sold,
It knows it will never get it back.
Holding its scars, only to back track
On all of it's pains and sorrows.
Happiness like a mask, covering the soul,
And all the feelings, black as coal.
The blindness of rage fills the mind
With the violence of every day.
That seems not so hard to find
But harder to hold at bay.
Ira's selfishness causes us to rot
As destruction fills the world,
With a hate filled and revengeful thought
Because of the Demons with the smiles ever so curled.
Cuts and burns ever so scarring
Can cause the soul to cry.
While you are burying
Your self with a sigh.
So don't let the anger fill you
For getting back is harder then finding a clue.