Monday, December 11, 2006

In Wain

What fills thy heart
this mortal wudnt know.
Of what thy imagines
pictures thee wudn't show.

Thee smiles in mystery
confuses this poor soul.
Questions she asks me
what is my role?

Thou coldness is chilling
seeps thru my heart.
Love for me dying
tears my soul apart.

Thy heart of stone
break can anyone not.
She knows no feelings
love left to rot.

Thy heart seems melted
thee crying in pain.
Love doesn't die easily
me imagining in wain.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

very interesting...cant figure out wat it is about, but intersting read.... a heartless lover?