It's funny how when it's come to an end, <br />When you're truly walking out the door, <br />While I'm too proud to stop you, <br />My heart and head are waging war <br />Screaming devotion and desire, <br />You infidel, you liar. <br />I'm frozen here, I cannot move <br />Chained to this cell, this bed, this room, <br />The Clock has stopped, or I don't care <br />And Life, I swear, <br />Has not been fair. <br />But maybe, then again, I'm wrong <br />A heart for a heart (an eye for an eye) <br />I wrap myself up in a song <br />That feels like it's about me, <br />I do not cry cause that is weakness <br />Which long ago made me strong. <br />And I know there are hearts breaking adjacently, <br />And worse than me, <br />Yet I can't see <br />How I will live this through.<br /><br />Jessica Lindsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-roses-died/
