I don't have a goal or standard
My life is only day by day
But I'm looking for a well preserved mission
For me to complete
To fill the gaping hole in my chest
And when I find it
It goes by way too fast
And I am searching
For another way to make the time pass
My power is empty
And I am drained
Still I will crawl over the floor
Trying to find something else to do
Until I will find
The ultimate thing
My only mission will now be
To survive day by day
And when you come home
Years will have passed
And I am just an old woman in an empty house
Full of despair
And if you dare
To take me for granted
I will make it my goal to let you pay
For all the times you slept with her
On your secret tours away
A promise was made
When you swore
To love to me for eternity
But you got bored when you completed your mission
And searched for something else to do
YOU ARE READING
All The Truth And Nothing More, Your Honor
PoetryIf you want to read poems about the dark side of things or want the truth about the things that are shoved aside, this will be the perfect place for reading the most tragic poems about life and love and ordinary things. And if you would like to add...
