I stopped searching desperately for the match <br />in need to find something real <br />for I know I never get what I'm looking for <br /> <br />And then you appeared and got into my head <br />and I thought I started to feel <br />something that was long lost, something more. <br /> <br />But as I listened to your words <br />running through my ears like waterfall <br />I knew I overestimated you <br /> <br />And realized I had to cut the cords <br />and build a really thick thick wall <br />just for not to fall in love with you. <br /> <br />I already know I won't make it to the end <br />And you will be the first to break my heart <br />first after myself to rip my soul in scraps <br /> <br />I sense the desire for something I cannot have <br />I can feel it and I don't even want to start <br />to fight myself, to destroy all these traps <br /> <br />I guess I need to undergo this fate <br />to rise from ashes, to live again <br />to know how it feels to be hurt <br /> <br />You'll throw me down, but I'll be great <br />for with every destruction, every bane <br />comes strenght for the final court.<br /><br />Marketa Richnavska<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emotions-are-playing-dead-to-hide-is-to-live/
