Friday, January 27, 2006

_Hollow Heart_

The beating of the drum,
just like the heart.
When it stops,
everything stops,
When it plays,
everything plays.
Drums they make different sounds,
Happy sad even angry sometimes.
No matter what they play it's always hollow inside,
Just like me when im trying to wear a disguise.
I want to cry but i don't want to show it,
I want to smile,
But it hurts to fake it.
Many people care about me,
Many people love me,
still im scared,
I don't want to be wounded again.
Being hollow is already bad enough.

copyright06' chelsea anne rodrigues
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