May 3, 2007

Torn

As the night cripples my body,
As the moon shines on the dark, night sky.
As dry leaves make sounds,
as the wind howls
in the cold night.
Small drops of blood fall from my torn heart.
The pain disappears along with
the emotions I had felt once before.
As the clouds cover the moon above,
as all light vanishes,
i am left alone,

crippled,
and torn.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

(^^,
hehe..can't sleep..still thinking of that someone..my stubborn heart wont listen to me..hehehe..hmn., maybe someday ill try to make a poem..hehe...i dont know if ill succeed but hey its worth a shot...
-stubborn heart