Saturday, October 11, 2008

Last wish

My dear
is it love what its burning me inside,
or is just the memory of an unknown fate?

Heaven was in the palm of my hands,
and I was too scare to take the step forward,
and sometimes was so hard to hold on to my dreams
always unsure of what will seem when I will be face to face with you.

Like a dagger you shattered my heart
tasted the blood from your own blade
stared at me in my darkened grave.

I am ready to take all this pain
and die for you

cherished by
the last look in your eyes.

© Diana Mistera 2008