Overcome

Just like those roses I brought for you in summer,
just like those poems I wrote for you in love,
just like those everything I told about and cried,
Is lost today and withered like a sigh.

Remember the petals crimson on the ground?
Remember the words faded, worn out and dark?
Remember how, when and where?
Maybe thats worth the fight and thats all I can care.

Calloused and scarred my heart maybe,
but never broken and bowed will it be,
thee don't despair (I know you won't) 
the bleeding will cure,
'cause did i mention that true is the thought...
Tears dry on their own
i mean,
tears really do dry on their own... 

Malsha Walgamage©
Saturday, 23 May 2009