| And in this shattered december sky Ill feel my pain and hold it high Ill remember whats been wrong and whats been right And fight it hard through out my life I cant just let it go anymore Im realizing that its always the fucked up things that go wrong So just let it waste away Wipe clean the mistakes of yesterday Regret wont have a hard time Making its way to you! "So dont look back" they say Well its a hard thing for anyone to face Anyone, anyone everyone will waste away Some day.... Some day So ill sit here on the shattered glass. That i smashed from shattered dreams And this shattered life wont make Ever make the pieces fit too right. Its only you, always you. You?ll pick my pieces up and filter them out they find them selves in u, just like i do. Ill find my self in you, so don?t look away Stay with me and everything, just everything is going to be okay. Just like they say.... So just let it waste away Wipe clean the mistakes of yesterday Regret wont have a hard time Making its way to you! "So dont look back" they say Well its a hard thing for anyone to face Anyone, anyone everyone will waste away Some day.... Some day Copyright� January 18th 2005 Emika Wada |
| ..::my poetry::.. (cont.) |
| Bubbles ? Sometimes? let?s just blow bubbles, For no good reason, let?s just blow bubbles. Laugh a little, watch them disappear, not even wonder where. Smile and touch the rainbow colors watch them float in air. No reason why? no goals?no structure. Sometimes? let?s just blow bubbles? ? Copyright�2001 Emika Wada |
| Let me have a ?mine?, that no one takes, unless I choose to share. And if I don?t so choose, tell me that it?s o.k. As you respect my ?mine?, I?ll find it easier let you have your ?yours?. ? Copyright�???? Emika Wada |
| ? Always make time, minutes of time, minutes of love. Keep showing me that you love me. If I learn to love, it will be a priceless gift. Whatever I can, or cannot, do If I love, I?ll receive so much. So express it?giving yourself? hugging takes only a minute, But the print of a hug on my heart lasts forever. ? Copyright� Emika Wada |
| That Day ?That day, Will always be with me. That day, When death, almost became, My best friend. I remember, In the shower, Tears racing down, Water, Down my back. That sharp silver blade, Gliding across my arm, Blood, Now becoming the liquid, I bathed in. That sting, That almost felt, Somewhat, Pleasurable. It was addicting, Like pot, Only without lung cancer, and rehab. I kept at it. I kept slicing. I kept cutting. I kept bleeding. I kept, Wanting, To die. I kept thinking about Life, Choosing to fall in love, and succeed Is like volunteering for suicide. But maybe it?s not, Maybe it is. I don?t know, I probably will never find out. That day, Will always be with me. That day, When death, almost became, My best friend.? Copyright� March 8th 2003 Emika Wada |
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