[ inside the cell ]

the things i want to have. the person i want to be. the ideas i wish everyone could hear. the passages i would really want to end. the accidents that have been happening. the predictions that's beyond reality. i want to be free, free of judgment, free of ridicule. i want to be myself, be true and nothing more. i want to be with you, hold you in my arm until i die. i want to die smiling, so the world will know how happy my life had been.

Saturday, June 11, 2005

a poem for you and me...ay para lang pala sa akin...

It was me...

Why can’t it be me?...
You run to, when you’re in tears…
When you needed someone to lean on ,
You never tried to ask me,
So really, why can’t it be me?...
Everyone had asked what happened,
When I tried to ask,
You turned your back and left…
My heart started to cry,
That almost broke my chest.
So please tell me, can it be me?
Your friend came to me,
Asking me to set you free…
My jaw drop and I wasn’t fine,
I was asking myself why ?
Why me ? you’re not mine anyway.
Then, I started to cry,
As I remember how I’d try…
Try to make you smile,
By doing things, that was a crime…
Crime, of breaking your heart,
And now,I can say…
“hey!.. It was me! …”


>>>a poem i made to make me remember that once in my life i have been the cause of someone's heartbreak...

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