Love of course

[Tattered]

I’m drivin with one headlight through the darkest night

And having your kind of love just left me dry

I don’t even know why

I gave you my everything I gave you my life

You took everything and left my heart to, die

Now I’m drivin with one headlight

 

There’s just no sense in trying to fight this

My heart still aches why even try to hide it

You better believe I am goin to write this

My life is poetry and you know it

The day you left is the day Love died

 

This is my song and it’s about our love

You know that for me love is everlasting

Just like the twinking stars above

No matter what happens, love’s still twinkling

Waiting, slowing dieing….inside crying

 

Images of you and me slow dancing

Your perfect body and hands holding me

Dreaming of real love you never gave for free

Well it only lasted for a short time

Then everything came crashing down, down on me

 

There wasn’t an emotion that I didn’t feel

I hated you loved and thought I could die

I wanted to be your's but nothin was real

Intense emotions live deep inside

And i'm sure you never even thought twice

 

One day I thought I would surely break free

But then I saw you with her, you looked so good

You both were smiling you seemed so happy

Now tell me, what is wrong with me?

I just can't get over you, though I know I should

 

For now I am still drivin with one headlight

I am headed towards a dark cold night

When you left me, you left me dry

I wanted to speak but all I could do is cry

You left my broken heart to die

Now I am drivin with one headlight

Edited September 30, 2004 by Tattered

[Peredhil]

welcome back home.

 

Good portrayal of heartbreak. I think headlight is one word though!

 

Hugs

 

-Peredhil

[Tattered]

Thanks Pered, if it weren't for you, I don't know that I would jump back into the abis of better writers than myself..just to go unnoticed....except for your thoughtful eye...

[Peredhil]

I kinda have to laugh - I *still* to this day hesitate to post because I think that so many here are better writers than I.

 

But I post anyway, because when I'm cut, I bleed words. Post because it's in your heart, and you'll find an audience to listen. Even if they don't comment.

 

Perhaps they don't know what to say? Perhaps it resonates so strongly they are dealing with their own memories as they walk away. Truly some read and can't relate, but others read and for more can hardly wait.

 

Your works though few and far between have been worth waiting for, in my opinion. A computer can work spelling and grammar, but it takes a poet to have the courage to offer up their heart to the world through words.

 

Your writing is never perfect, never sterile, and well worth reading.

 

Peredhil's two cents.