Lost XXIII




Lost   XXIII


shall I try to believe 

in a love filled possibility

was it all a fantasy 
believing that one love heals misery 
was it all just pretend 
knowing they would leave in the end 
many times a fragile heart 
being used abused, torn apart 
so it goes like the wind
blowing broken pieces
scarred and sin’d 
no more lies
no more words
hearing the same story 
a smile breaks
like a bleeding heart
falling apart 
tell sign for ones eyes
asking why
do you chastise 
whoa is me 
fools 
kneeling 
crying 
in silent tears 
cant stop this feeling 


Ax