Dead End

Like a roof moved to tears by the pounding of heavy storm,
my eyes are surrounded by tears as my heart journey's through every single thought.

Every morning a replica of last night,
so boring,
so cold,
so not what i knew before.

My face had finally mastered the art of deception,
Steadily shielding my struggles from the world,
constantly putting up a smile,
although my heart sinks like feet upon quake sand.

How long shall i wait for summer?
What if in waiting, in vain i had waited?
Is there a way of accepting what i do not want?
Is there a way of going back to the past and press pause?

Cant you see how hard it is for me to accept that my jewel is lost?
its harder to understand that my jewel doesn't want to be found,
I've tried to be strong,
Now the weight of the load place upon head,
might finally end up breaking my fragile legs..

Dead end!!!