This is called Mad.
On the cold and stormy nights
I've laid awake and cried
Wishing that i had died.
I can't fight these feelings
They're to hard to hide
Churning and swirling and driving my mind
mad.
I know I shouldn't
I know that it is just wrong
But i can't help it
And so i'm writing this song.
I cant fight these feelings
They're to hard to hide
Churning and swirling and driving my mind
Mad.
So here we are
So far apart
It's just to hard to bare
That the love that we shared
Is gone.
I can't fight these feelings
They're to hard to hide
Churning and swirling and driving my mind
Mad.
You have forgotten
Just what we had
But Its alright
Ill always remember
Our love.
Our love.
YOU ARE READING
A Story Told, But Never Really Heard
PoetryThis is me. With no boundaries I reveal myself and hopefully save myself. I'm not sure whether I am writing this for you, or for me, but I hope it makes an impact none the less.
