by J. Estelle Newlin
I cannot scrub you from my skin,
or pull you from my mind.
I am finding that it is very hard,
To leave it all behind.
My heart is finally free,
My tears are finally dry.
Yet I still have many answers,
That from you I wish to pry.
Will I ever get my answers?
Will you ever acknowledge my inquiry?
Will you go one living your damaged play,
and horde the treasure so selfishly?
I can tell you all my truth's,
I could spill to you my heart.
Even if I gave my life,
With these answers you would never part...
But still I ask the questions,
They plague me like a disease.
Oh please won't you hear me out,
And but my mind at ease?
What is it that you want from me?
Why is it that you lie?
Why do you step on my heart?
Why do you make me cry?
They lied to me when they said,
It's over when it's over.
I do not think they knew,
That it was my soul you scarred.
I know I'll never see you again,
I know that we will never speak.
You are quite happy now that you,
Have turned me into one of the meek.
I'll just have to be strong,
I'll just have to be brave.
I must learn not to grimace anymore,
At the aftertaste you have made.
(copyright 2003 J. Estelle Newlin)