Bleeding Love ~my poem [inspire by Leona Lewis's song ]
I am alive [For now]
But will I survive?
Coz I am falling, & have to pay
Yet what do I have to say?
I can only wail and sway
Yet who can clearly perceive in the dark through
The shattered crystal, through the opaque hue
So I bleed alone
As I all turn to stone
Petrified, that knife cut me up
Yet words unsaid, you didn’t stop
SO do I need to bleed?
Or pray to your grace and plead?
And you ticked me, and drove me down
And turned an eternal smile into a frown
My heart is crippled by the pain
And each strike drives me insane
So how long before I break?
And how long do I still have to fake?
I try hard to pierce the soreness away
But now on the crimson floor I lay
In this world of hopelessness I am stuck
Alone, and with love I have no luck
So I fall, crash and burn with every lonely beat
Can’t you see I can barely stand on my feet?
So I aspire and yearn for the lovely past
But the bonfire is treacherous and ominously fast
Fading, fading, falling
Everything is disappearing
My life, my reflection, affection
Your memories your passion
Can you take the pain away?
So is that the price for love to pay?
Should I smile when I burn?
When love sinks me with dismay
As we burn like a serpent fern
Can you take on the dark future?
Can you end the madness and torture?
I knew all of a sudden that it was fate
But I didn’t know it worked its plans at this rate
One more night, I cried
One more day I replied
Yet the music had to fade
And it had to descend, that blade
So can you hear me moan?
With the pain digging through my bone
Will you hold my hand for the last time?
Through this life masked with Grime?
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