Maybe one day i'll realize the pain.
It's only give and take.
I pretend i'm okay play my days.
Soon enough the disguise fades.
The rush wasn't enough, i searched for more.
Laying in your arms i began to pray.
It's morning and i'm alone.
The sun falls to sleep he calls my phone.
He's lonely and wants to play.
My heart flutters in to a rapid beat.
I can never dismay him.
It's morning and i'm alone.
I go through the motions of hidden pain.
Word travels he's happy again
My phone doesn't ring it lays silently.
Months pass my heart feels whole again.
Then a tune begins to play...
He says he needs to play and he needs my help.
It's morning and I'm alone.
His words run through my head.
'I've missed you.'
My heart takes off again.
Maybe one day i'll realized the pain.
It's only give and take.
I'm used goods.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write Julie 10s......