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The Night
I dreamt the chair hit the floor
heard the sirens screaming out my name
and I was standing there, watching everything
I told myself it's just a dream
but I saw my heart left out on a ledge
it could turn back now or take that step
Once my love had wings to fly
but it's been worn and so have I
I'm a flower, and they were the thorns
I am fragile, and they made me torn
it's tragical, the beauty they scorn...
and it feels like I'm dying all over again
a dull knife slicing right through my hands
and I don't know how I can make it now
I'm feeling like I'll never get it right
lost amongst the crowds and can't get out
how will I survive the night?
I thought I was awake for sure
it seemed so real and I got caught up in it
there I was crying, telling you I was alright
but you couldn't hear me
and I saw your heart shatter, my love
it broke apart the moment I had enough
I awoke with words stuck in my throat
it was a nightmare after all
I'm a flower, and they were the thorns
I am fragile, and they made me torn
it's tragical, the beauty they scorn...
and it feels like I'm dying all over again
a dull knife slicing right through my hands
and I don't know how I can make it now
I'm feeling like I'll never get it right
lost amongst the crowds and can't get out
how will I survive the night?
heard the sirens screaming out my name
and I was standing there, watching everything
I told myself it's just a dream
but I saw my heart left out on a ledge
it could turn back now or take that step
Once my love had wings to fly
but it's been worn and so have I
I'm a flower, and they were the thorns
I am fragile, and they made me torn
it's tragical, the beauty they scorn...
and it feels like I'm dying all over again
a dull knife slicing right through my hands
and I don't know how I can make it now
I'm feeling like I'll never get it right
lost amongst the crowds and can't get out
how will I survive the night?
I thought I was awake for sure
it seemed so real and I got caught up in it
there I was crying, telling you I was alright
but you couldn't hear me
and I saw your heart shatter, my love
it broke apart the moment I had enough
I awoke with words stuck in my throat
it was a nightmare after all
I'm a flower, and they were the thorns
I am fragile, and they made me torn
it's tragical, the beauty they scorn...
and it feels like I'm dying all over again
a dull knife slicing right through my hands
and I don't know how I can make it now
I'm feeling like I'll never get it right
lost amongst the crowds and can't get out
how will I survive the night?
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