Eyes On The Prize (Poem)

Tempted and tired, fighting back the lies,
Unwilling to be in a position over compromised,
Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize,
Yet who can save me now, with a heart so paralyzed?

Endless tears and endless sighs,
Endlessly said unwanted goodbyes.
The story always goes in a cycle,
From happy smiles and euphoric high,
To low and painful broken ties.

Then it's oh dear, oh me, oh my,
Shed a few tears, have a good cry.
And when another comes along,
Another charming sweet-talking guy,
You say to yourself, why not,
Why not give it another try?

He might be the one,
The missing piece that fits.
He might be the one,
To sweep me off my feet.

So the fairytale flips back again and again,
Until it drives one's dreams quite dead and insane.

Tempted and tired, fighting back the lies,
Unwilling to be in a position over compromised,
Eyes on the sighs, eyes on the cries,
Eyes on the sad, painful good-byes,
No one can save me now, with a heart too cracked up inside.



Author's Note: This poem was inspired by Aaron's words, 'fight the lies', 'compromised', 'eyes on the prize' and 'paralyzed'. So part of the credit goes to him =)