I feel your soul it still lingers
Won't you please leave this place
You are in my thoughts
You are in my dreams
You live deep in my memories and that is where you haunt me
What did I do that was so bad
I gave you all that I had…
Is it never enough
must I continue to be so tough
I am cracking as the memories take their toll
ripping at the seams of my very soul
You always got such gladness
out of causing me such sadness
You shoved me down, pushed me around
thought me meek and easy to beat
I may be bruised, my blood may cloud my sight
But I have had enough I am ready to fight with all my might
No longer will I be pushed around
No longer are we bound
all the pieces of my soul found
Take your stupid impression
No longer will my soul be in your possession
I am forever disinclined by your advances
No longer will the thorns you've left
pierce this roses flesh
No longer will I be haunted
I cast you from my thoughts
I've stitched the pieces of my soul
added a few extra knots for a tight hold
Welcome in my dreams you are not
No longer will I be haunted
Go on go on just leave me right now
Your soul that lingers inside
Is cast out standing right by my side
I tell you how I feel
woeful of always being at your heel
Well the submission ends here
I have found my vigor
My spirit that was pushed deep inside
I cast you from my side never looking back after your miserable soul
Forever you can sit with tears in your eyes
listening to all of your lies
remembering the day my love for you dies
my blood covers your hands
my pleas forever all that you hear
You will spend you days wishing I was near
You will be haunted by the memories of what you've done
no excuse can cause an appeal
Welcome to your personal hell
Forever haunted is the verdict
You are condemned by your guilt
Forever haunted as a soulless roamer
I hope now, you've seen the errors of your ways
Sorry forever haunted was the only way...
sounds like....the old number 'you are in the army now' very nicely detailed in beautiful lines cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pregnant with passion that bit ryes by seed of freedom.