wit is the two-edged sword that bites
once the tongue is sharply engaged
sarcastic comments spoil for a fight
suffocating us in immature rage
refrain: all that’s left when the wounds are made
is the memory of a love that fades
into a bloody pool made of life
by a sad sick twisted knife
I never meant to hurt your pride
and I know you are innocent
somethings are best bottled up inside
before honest love is rent
refrain
you have no idea how I feel
how imaginary love seems real
in the bottom of my mind
where what I need I never find
so I wait praying for a sign
that never illuminates
I hold my tongue for a time
while my hope evaporates
refrain (x2)
©2006 Cynth Bage
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How does it feel
to be at the end of your rope
When there's nothing left
but hope
How does it feel
to walk the path alone
and feel the pain
of broken bone
How does it feel
to climb the hill of need
When you don't know
where the path will lead
How does it feel
to see the things
that remind you
of love lost that
will soon again find you
Ricky J. Fico
www.tri-umphs.com