by Eddward
It�s been the longest day of my life
And I can�t seem to feel hurt right
Because I have to let it go
We�ve come too far for me to let you know
And I can�t see where this will end
I can�t remember if you�re my friend
I know you�ve hurt me before
But this time I hit the floor
You can�t ever let me be
You never stop yelling at me
And I just stand back and let it bruise
Why must I always lose?
Sometimes I wish you wouldn�t speak
Because your words always cut too deep
Do you ever hear what you say?
Or am I just in your way?
Sometimes I think I�ll be alright
On those rare days when we don�t fight
But then I get under your skin
And you make me take it on the chin
You always seem to shout
I never know what you�re yelling about
But I stand by and let it bruise
Because I always lose
That�s why I can never say
Just what I feel for you each day
Sometimes I think that I�m in love
And that you fit me like a glove
I think we�ll be happy this way
I think you�ll be the first one to ever say
The words I need whispered in my ear
�I want you right here�
But then you start to scream
And I know it�s all a dream
There are moments in the madness
Where I know you feel sadness
You look at me and everything falls away
And I think I could get you to sway
To be the world�s vision of a lesser man
To be brave enough to hold my hand
But every time you look away
I guess I�m not enough to make you stay
No one knows you cry
And no one knows you like I
No one knows you lie
Because no one knows you like I
You always yell at me
Because in my eyes you see
That I take it and let it bruise
And you don�t want me to lose
No one knows your fears
And no one sees your tears
Because no one sees how you die
Every time I start to cry
And no one knows how you feel
No one sees your appeal
But for their respect you let me cry
No one knows you like I
I nor darthelwig owns or profits from Ed, Edd N Eddy. Wish we did. Rated PG-13 for heavy slash & some � sorta - adult content.
Author�s Notes � Another poem I wrote that�s from Edd to Eddy. If I ever stop writing those you can safely assume I�ve died. (�lol�) Also, I started out years ago writing songs, not poems, so if this one seems more like a song than a poem, well... I guess I just returned to my roots.
And to anyone still reading this, may I just say that I don�t believe Eddy is as much of a jerk as I portray him to be here, nor do I believe that Edd sees him as this much of one, but the darkness just had to be written... If any of you have read my story �Swallow The Moon�, this should be considered a �companion� piece to chapter three in particular...
Anyway, enough of my babbling. Enjoy. Peace, all.
Swallow The Moon
cover page
Chapter Three-
Solid Ground
Haunted House
Chapter Four-
Damaged Goods
Odes To Whatever