Why

How many times do I have to tell you
I’m sorry for the things I’ve done
Just don’t feel sorry for this better heart-ed woman
But when I start to try to tell you
my heart sinks to the bottom of my belly
That’s when you try to console me
But our trouble’s only just begun
I tell myself too many times
Why don’t I learn to love myself?
That’s why it hurts so bad to know those words
will sting
That keep on falling from your mouth
I’m Falling
I’m Falling
Tell me…
Why?
Why?
Do I have the need to hurt you so
taking another piece of your heart
Such passions are these that fall apart landing in my lap
you look with a weary heart
a tear falls and a breath is taken
such passions are these that tough my lips and my sinful soul
but steal you take a dip and drink from it steal
a full class a cupful
Why?
Why?
Do I have the need to hurt for you?
Should I die a weary death and the angles take my last breath
these are moments I will not regret
Such passions are these that leave us yet
No one knows what our tow hearts have taken
taking a dip and drink from it yet
Sinful souls and a heartfelt dip we drink for it yet
and leave empty-handed and our classes tipped loosing it’s luster
it’s leftover shimmer
Why?
Why?
Do I need to hate or love you?
I know we argue and I know we fight
but really can our love win this fight?
Our love is like a Knight with a sword and shield
protecting its weakened crust
Why?
Why?
Do I have the need to be broken
I’ve shattered into a million pieces
leaving you to pick up my pieces
don’t think I changed my mind
for Hun..
I knew in due time you would see my broken rhyme
Why?
Why?
Do I have the need to ask?
Will my heart ever mend and be whole once again?

About Amanda D Shelton

Welcome Bat Brat's. I am the author of this page. I write poetry, I also create digital art. I am disabled I suffer from high functioning autism, cellular nerve damage, Dystonia, and Muscle dystrophy. My writing is a reflection of my thoughts and experiences. I blog because I love writing. I write because it's the way I learned how to express myself. I have difficulty relating to people. Poetry makes it possible for me to learn how to communicate. I have been told I am exhausting to speak to because I have a lot to say. My IQ is above 200. I was diagnosed at the age of 33 with high functioning autism and Autistic Savant Syndrome. I make friends very easily because I don't have boundaries and I am not shy. I am very honest and welcoming. I love people and animals. I always look forward to writing in my blog Gothic Realms | Dark Visions In The Night. I hope to see you there. Feel free to leave a comment and like my posts. Until we meet again I will be waiting eagerly and patiently.
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