Poetry's alive, <br />but what's that other <br />thing that eats me... <br /> <br />There's living it, <br />as well as having it, <br />in mind... <br /> <br />I cannot live you all <br />my life, <br /> <br />And this is love, and maybe <br />why I write it, <br /> <br />Afraid that it might dry up, <br />more than a very arid desert <br />can bare, <br /> <br />So why beat me up - words? <br /> <br />I've given you the vow one, <br />which is where I want to be, <br />on top of all meaninglessness's, <br /> <br />Of course I love you, <br />I just don't trust you as much <br />as I want to.. <br /> <br />And don't ever expect me to come <br />back crying again over - <br /> <br /> Spilt words.<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alive-for-aftab-alam/
