by Margaret Ruthfi Thomas
Are you the helping hand I need?
Before you wound me until I bleed
Coming back to the hole so deep
Waiting for darkness to creep
Tired of shedding tears
Trying to over come my fears
I believe, I still have a hope
Just one more for me to cope
Im drowned, in this pool words
Tried to scream so I can be heard
I cant escape from my own trap
I wish you were the hand that I could grab
Wishes arent meant to come true
Those are just destinies that I drew
Lost in the maze that I made
Everything is beginning to fade
When I thought I've found love
I was wrong, and I still am
When I thought I've lost love
I'm right, I'm all ways right
Submission date : 2009-02-09
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