I won't be fragile,
If you tell me the truth.
I'm hanging onto nothing,
And each morning,
Makes me cry..
When the sun goes down,
What is left?
A cold night, with the moon among the stars,
But the thought of you...
Is too painful,
And I don't know anything in this complicated world.
If only I could run,
In a field of white roses,
Without the scars on my body,
And with a smile on my broken face,
Baby, that would be a dream,
But i'll make it real, when I day dream.
I won't be so mad,
If you tell me things will be okay,
Just let me know I wont be standing alone,
When the world ends.
Would I have a hand to hold if ever I fall?
I want to chase you,
Get you,
Make you mine, all mine,
But a part of me doesn't want you anymore,
A part of me wants a better life only.
I've had enough for cold nights,
But it seems like they'll never go away,
And I know I can make it through,
But it's the pain that makes me cry.
Petra Soliman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cold-nights-2/
