poems

words flow from my pen,
writing all i could not say.
i pause and look at,
at the stars that guide,
me through my life.
and i stop and wonder...
is it really worth it?
is it worth the pain and feeling of loss?
then i look down at the paper,
and i see my heart laid bare,
almost bleeding though the paper,
the black..or is it red?
ink is stark against the paper,
and i relaize that i will,
always play the fool,
in this game of life,
someone must,
but will i ever get a turn,
a turn at true love....
i wonder and then i relaize that there is no such thing,
at least.....not for me....


elisianna