Emotion
There’s an emotion
I feel inside me.
It won’t go away,
And it won’t set me free.
It’s tearing me apart
I feel it everyday.
But no matter what I do
It still won’t go away.
My ends are frayed,
My stitches are loosened.
I can’t think straight
And my feelings seem frozen,
So frozen, inside of me.
I think about this thing
And it drives me crazy.
I want this feeling out!
Yet everyday my head is more hazy
I worry about this person
Whom these feelings are toward
And I miss them when they’re gone.
My heart aches near them,
Yet I can’t get enough of them.
I have fallen in love
And I can’t fall out.
This love that I feel
Just won’t disappear.
I never knew love hurt this much
Yet brought so much joy.
But if they don’t feel like that,
Then what is the point?
And yet, even as I write
My feelings don’t change.
This emotion I feel,
This love that I hold,
Is making me numb inside
As these tears I know too well
Fall from the dark sky.
“Love is the slowest form of suicide”
3/22/05
(I cried as I wrote this, you guys better like it! And that quote in quotations (uh.... duh) is something I saw on the internet one day, and ever since I saw it, I couldn't forget it. As I wrote this poem last night, that quote came into my head, it fit so perfectly into the poem of how I was feeling. So... in other words, I didn't make that quote up myself)
I feel inside me.
It won’t go away,
And it won’t set me free.
It’s tearing me apart
I feel it everyday.
But no matter what I do
It still won’t go away.
My ends are frayed,
My stitches are loosened.
I can’t think straight
And my feelings seem frozen,
So frozen, inside of me.
I think about this thing
And it drives me crazy.
I want this feeling out!
Yet everyday my head is more hazy
I worry about this person
Whom these feelings are toward
And I miss them when they’re gone.
My heart aches near them,
Yet I can’t get enough of them.
I have fallen in love
And I can’t fall out.
This love that I feel
Just won’t disappear.
I never knew love hurt this much
Yet brought so much joy.
But if they don’t feel like that,
Then what is the point?
And yet, even as I write
My feelings don’t change.
This emotion I feel,
This love that I hold,
Is making me numb inside
As these tears I know too well
Fall from the dark sky.
“Love is the slowest form of suicide”
3/22/05
(I cried as I wrote this, you guys better like it! And that quote in quotations (uh.... duh) is something I saw on the internet one day, and ever since I saw it, I couldn't forget it. As I wrote this poem last night, that quote came into my head, it fit so perfectly into the poem of how I was feeling. So... in other words, I didn't make that quote up myself)
posted by Megan at 2:00 PM
5 Comments:
I'm sry =(
You can't rush creativity!! Besides, I'm working on one right now...
No, not at all, I use it more than you anyways...
Another nice poem. I'm with you...I sometimes think that love is a the slowest form of suicide.
However, falling in love is an incredible feeling :)
Thanx. It can feel great, but not really since this guy doesn't feel the same about me =( but at least he didn't diss me or anything. That's the part I'm quite thankful for.
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