Opposite
I woke up one nightcold, swett, and in tears
the worst dream of my life
just flashed before my eyes
i could not figure out what
triggered the awfull pain of you leaving me
in the middel of the night,
only one question: Why?
why did you leave me?
what did i do?
could i've hurt that preasure little
heart of yours?
the weary silent of the room is scary,
its like time is standing still, not a breath or sound.
The only real thing,
the only tru feeling,
Pain, or is it pain?
wel another word for it is Love,
there is always an opposite, pain is
the opposite of love, like black and white,
right and wrong,
we need an opposite to live, if there was no opposite
there would always be dark, or always be evil, or the other way around,
we need the opposite to separate the contrasts of
the abnormal lives we live.
Think aboute it.......
Poetry by Molloh
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Written on 2006-08-28 at 21:52
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