Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Return

The silence within is like the roaring sea,
The saint within is on a killing spree.
Calmness is just in the exterior,
Though nothing is at ease

Uncertainty became certain,
With unanswered question.
No one caring to reply,
I succumbed under this situation.

Screams fell to deaf ears,
And days added on to years,
Your action was my worst fear,
And it hit like daggers and spears.

When patience got tested to the core,
All my wounds became sore.
Promises you made were called pure,
Though for keeping them you were'nt even sure.

Despite the wounds, despite the pain,
I need you, I want you,
Just come back to me dear,
I forgive you and I LOVE YOU