"There is..."

Those simple words that seem so nice

Inside me it doesn't suffice

Though i feel no pain

In my world these words make it rain

I am gracious to those who sad them

But now i rather forget 'em

Everyone has heard them said

Sometimes its the only thing keeping the inside from becoming dead

No longer will I accept this

For this words bring yet kill the bliss

Those who think them true

Than the words were meant for you

Back in time

I felt sublime

To hear them told out loud

But they no longer satisfy

They make me want to cry

For I can no longer feel proud

What will they now bring

Since these words start to sting

The is not yet done

But it still is not won

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i like the poem. it's very good, and a little deep.