Sunday, January 20, 2008

R.I.P

I'm confused,yet sure of what I want,
of You

Distance and space

But you'd rather have me withdrawn
from Love ,
from Grace

Can't you see
How you break me
and
take from my being
the deepest of
Hate

I have none to give you,
Nothing at all

What I'd imagined
was Love, twas Lust
The only Sin
I fear to want and
fear to trust

You felt it too, didn't You
The one thing we had in common
The only thing new,
to Us

Its gone now and i'm done with you my Sweet
leave now 'fore i fall
all over again , in Hope
in wanting you back
because

I Hate you , my darling
so bury my Heart
and end it at that.

4 comments:

Rebel Raised by SATAN himself said...

Hmm... reading your posts tells me y there are no comments! You write for your self. Try adding fiction so that others can get involved too...!!

Rebel Raised by SATAN himself said...

and thnxx... As u said in ur first write up! U r Mad... simmilarly I am Whack... birds of the same flock though...

I write too, just that i hate puttin up on blog So if u wish to read them then leave ur mail id on my comments i'll mail u some of my work! Bye

Meher B said...
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Rebel Raised by SATAN himself said...

I aint no one to attribute anythin to ur work..

lol.. i really am mesimerized by your use of words!! ...

Comeon..Its a request, u gotta write somethin for us!!! I know u can... give it a try.. just dont think we all know u and wat happened with ya... explain it to us!!.. ;)