Farwell to Happiness within My Life
A potter needs a pile of clay
A painter needs a canvas and paints
A cabinet maker needs a pile of wood
A Creator needs a universe
A poet needs a reason to write
All the lyrics and poems in my mind bring nothing but sadness and despair
For all the windings and forks in their themes all leads by back to her
Though misunderstanding and false told stories have torn us apart
Though she was never mine at the start she will always be in my heart
So I cannot write word of meaning anymore
They all lead back to my sadness and despair, which is her
For she has always and will always be a flower in my heart
The words I wrote her were to show my love, but mislead to other thoughts
For she will never forgive me for the mistakes that were made
While I sleep she called and called, but in my sleep I could not answer
She cried for fear I had hurt myself because of falsehood told
Now I live my life in sadness and despair, alone without her love
With no one to love me except my dogs, and users trying to get from me
I have no will to fight anymore or write these words of anguish or woe
I lay upon my bed of misery with no will to rise
With broken body I cannot care for myself
And those that should do not care and will not try
I have no will to eat, but I am given no food to do so
No will to try, no reason even to rise, all I have are tears to cry
From my mistaken will never die and she will never forgive
My love for her will never die.
(This will most surely be my last poem, unless things can be forgiven)
Qfreak692013
A potter needs a pile of clay
A painter needs a canvas and paints
A cabinet maker needs a pile of wood
A Creator needs a universe
A poet needs a reason to write
All the lyrics and poems in my mind bring nothing but sadness and despair
For all the windings and forks in their themes all leads by back to her
Though misunderstanding and false told stories have torn us apart
Though she was never mine at the start she will always be in my heart
So I cannot write word of meaning anymore
They all lead back to my sadness and despair, which is her
For she has always and will always be a flower in my heart
The words I wrote her were to show my love, but mislead to other thoughts
For she will never forgive me for the mistakes that were made
While I sleep she called and called, but in my sleep I could not answer
She cried for fear I had hurt myself because of falsehood told
Now I live my life in sadness and despair, alone without her love
With no one to love me except my dogs, and users trying to get from me
I have no will to fight anymore or write these words of anguish or woe
I lay upon my bed of misery with no will to rise
With broken body I cannot care for myself
And those that should do not care and will not try
I have no will to eat, but I am given no food to do so
No will to try, no reason even to rise, all I have are tears to cry
From my mistaken will never die and she will never forgive
My love for her will never die.
(This will most surely be my last poem, unless things can be forgiven)
Qfreak692013