Mark Anthony Mendoza
Seven - Poem by Mark Anthony Mendoza
As you touched my heart every now
Still you gave a little happiness
Though in my face I tried not to let you know
Pretend I don’t see your hand in mine.
Though I tried to hide the pain inside of me
Your soul can see my emotions and pain.
Even how much I tried to push you
Somehow your soul keeps on pulling me.
Though here I am taking chances on other
Your patience and hope still hold the hand.
With every step farther to you makes me cry
Don’t know why, but too weak to pull back.
God gave me chances to be, yet I ignore.
Now I’m at the point of no return
All I hope sun will shine somehow
To both you and I.
Then you asked if im happy with her?
A question I know I couldn’t answer to you
If you’ll know the truth hope will keep on rising on you
then pain will be more damaging as it grows
Shouldn’t have this kind of feeling
When it’s over.. it’s over.. but why?
Traces of you still lingers
Memories of you still grasping to be real again
Oh God kill me… all the signs I’ve believe
Now I’m trying to live against
Is what I’m doing worth it all…. Or just another endless battle with regrets
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