So, here I am,
I wish I knew why this had to happen
God knows I don't want it to
Someone has thrown a rope around my waist and is pulling me back
But I am fighting to stay
Fighting and losing
There is no way that I can stay
So everything will change.
Everything.
All I've known, all I've come to love
Disappearing, dissolving
Falling and I can't stop it
Why? Why are they pulling me back?
I am happy here
Don't they understand?
I want to stay
Surely they can't force me...
They can. As much as I may want to stay
My morality and my sense of loyalty don't permit me to fight any more
I have to go back
But still I don't want to.
Why is this so hard?
They say all good things must come to an end
But surely I will be allowed back?
Once you leave heaven for hell, is there a secret road back?
I love how you're so questioning.
A lot of poetry is just like BAM, this is what I'm thinking, I KNOW everything.
But this is a nice little taste of wonderment.
But thanks for your comment