You told me I was strange
Then why the hell you saved me?
You told me I loved May
Then why the hell you loved me?
I never wanted peace
I only wanted freedom
You never gave me this
Then why the hell you need me?
You walk away but then come back
At night... After the sun dawn
I stay with you tonight
But I'm not sure I will tomorrow
The words... They don't mean much
Sometimes they are just servants
The problem is that there's
One step from love to sorrow...
2nd November 2001.
(P.S. from the author): This poem doesn't mean that love brings sorrow, it means that you need to appreciate what you have.
|Created: Dec 2002 © Paul Kinder||Last Updated: 30/12/02|