Foolish Games

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    Foolish Games


    Foolish Games

    I have feelings I cant hide
    Its sad but true
    I am losing my mind
    Because I am losing you.

    I’ve been down this road before
    God help me if I have been blind
    I‘ve lost all trust though
    You cant change the cheating kind.

    Words don’t help
    To heal what hurts me inside
    My heart has broken again
    I am washing up like the tide.

    It’s hard for me to find faith
    Truth be told I tried my best
    Oh how I wish I could believe
    And forget all the rest.

    These foolish games
    Are tearing me apart
    And your careless words
    Are breaking my heart

    Somewhere I must have lost track
    Now all I can do is hide my soul
    Somewhere along the line
    I became less than whole

    There’s a sadness in the wind
    As the tears are blown off my face
    Leaving only lines of hurt
    For me to forever trace.

    Try as I may
    I can never explain
    You don’t seem to understand
    The severity of my pain

    I see my reflection
    In the tears that fall from my eyes
    And I hate what I see
    While I remain in disguise.

    Somebody tell my head
    That my heart is not okay
    That it is time to change
    Is it time to just walk away?

    What has already killed my heart
    Is ripping apart my soul
    Its attacking my life
    More than you know.

    Fragile I am
    Trying not give in to the craziness in my head
    Because once I go there
    I will be dead.

    Peace is all I have sought
    And what I fight for everyday
    Peace I may find sooner than later
    When I lay to rest my souls decay.

    The End

    June 16 2008




















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    StandingBear commented on Foolish Games

    05-08-2009

    Real life verses. Real life love and pain. Great write. 10

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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