Vintage Poetic Expression: Pen is Thy Friend, Yet, a Soul Would Be Better - (Jan 26 '06)

Why is it that we most hurt, the ones that most we love?
Why do I remain silent? Even when yearning for a hug.
When the world is crashing down, all I do is shrug.
Drinking like a fool, until I've passed out on the rug.

I ask myself: How is it that I feel so sad inside?
Having pleasantness, should not make run and hide.
Feeling like your actions are a futile emotional motion.
Loosing all aspects of correct and true devotion.

My Lover, I will never understand the way she loves.
Stays in firm position, regardless of being shoved.
My feeling, they would hit any soul like a stone.
But her, light has not diminished, more light has shone.

Here I stand regretfull over how I treat loved ones.
I stay firmly distant, even if they remained stunned.
Because I dont act like they do and how they say.
I dont know how it is to make these notions go away.

But sure enough, I hold true intentions in my heart.
I just dont know, how to set my bad feelings apart.
The worry that I hold inside is what makes me want to hide.
If I dont leave an imprint, how will they know I was alive.

Sometimes I write because of feelings and to feel better.
But other times I write because I want to be remembered.
I want people to know that I am not empty inside.
I want people to know that I had something worth to write.

I guess no matter who we are, we always seek attention.
I find that in my heart I want to hold loving affection.
I want to collect a group of people with whom to sit.
All I want is for some love.. by my heart be hit.

I'll keep on writing and hope that I will gain attention.
My love, in return, is for those giving a well reception.