Dark Poetry #4 |
Teaching an Old Pig to Fly |
Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
I'm tired and I'm hurt and I'm angry I've tried everything I can try But cracking your constant dispassion Is like teaching an old pig to fly! You lured me to what is your country Where everything's strange, and yet still I followed my heart...I'm a dreamer And dreams can't be turned off at will... But nothing is quite like you told me No passion, no love here at all I sit here alone in your prison Just staring at old empty walls... Yet still in my heart I keep hoping That somehow, someday you will see You hold in your cold hands a treasure The heart that beats lonely in me... So far, there's no end to this story No answer comes when I ask 'Why?' There seems no escape, and no future in teaching an old pig to fly! |
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catalinamoon
since 2000-06-03
Posts 9543The Shores of Alone |
I see just what you mean, hon. Glad you got some of this off your chest and onto here. Hugs Sandra |
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